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Red Riding Hood

By: geronimo_appleby



Sabrina cursed as the car rolled to a stop. Typical, she thought, miles from anywhere civilised, time was running out and she was dressed most inappropriately for late October. She'd had no warning that the car was dying other than the engine stuttering several times, recovering for a brief; hope filled moment and then cutting out completely. 

Sabrina steered the car close to the grass verge as the vehicle lost momentum and eventually stopped.

Silence.

More silence except for the ticking of the engine as it cooled.

Sabrina sighed and quickly assessed her situation. She was warm enough for the moment due to the car's heater being full on prior to the vehicle's unexpected demise, but Sabrina knew that the warmth wouldn't last and the cold touch of October's fingers would soon be tickling her bare legs.

She looked out through the windscreen in the hope of some sign of civilisation, chimney smoke, sight or sound of a vehicle, anything. There was nothing immediately apparent and Sabrina felt the first flutter of fear deep in her tummy. It would soon be dark and she knew that out here, with no streetlights, the dark would be inky black and complete. She looked out of the side window and saw nothing but deep woods. The butterfly wings of fear in her belly took on the weight of bricks when she began to realise just how vulnerable she was out there alone.

Her early annoyance had been replaced by genuine concern now. The fancy dress party was no longer a priority. She was apprehensive over how she was going to get from her current location to a position of safety as night drew in and as the temperature dropped. She was dressed in her costume, all set for the party, and although she had some protection from the cold under the red cloak, the tiny red mini skirt and bare legs meant that she would probably suffer some discomfort at the very least.

'Red Riding Hood, good grief,' Sabrina thought to herself, 'what a choice for a Halloween fancy dress outfit.' She knew she looked fantastic in the costume, with her pretty face framed by the red hood and with her long, elegant, shapely legs shown off to damn near perfection, but now... Out in the cold she wished she'd brought a coat along with her at the very least.

Damn it was beginning to grow dark now ...and those woods... spooky.

Sabrina was more than a little mystified at how she had come to be in this unfamiliar place. She knew the way to her cousin's house fairly well. She drove the route twice a year probably, but she must have been distracted by thoughts of the party and taken a wrong turn.

'But where the fuck am I,' she muttered to herself and once again looked out at the gathering gloom anxiously. 'I don't recognise anything...'

Of all the times for the car to let her down!

The, with a surge of relief, Sabrina remembered her mobile phone. 'You fucking idiot,' she chastised herself, 'How could you forget the fucking mobile?'

She scrabbled around in her bag and sighed with relief when her fingers found the hard plastic shell of her phone. She held the small handset in her palm and called up her cousin's number.

A continuous monotone sounded loud in Sabrina's ear when she held the instrument to her head. She looked down at the tiny screen and saw the red sign and 'No Network Coverage' displayed.

'Shit, shit, shit!' Sabrina hissed in exasperation. She tried the number again, desperate for the device to work.

There was the same response, that irritating sound with its attendant message.

Sabrina tried another number, her mother's, growing frantic as she tried to establish some kind of link with what she was beginning to perceive as the outside world.

'Fuck! Fucking piece of shit!' Sabrina threw the phone down into the passenger side foot well as hot pricks of frustration threatened tears.

It was almost fully dark now and the cold was rapidly gaining ground over the retreating warmth. Sabrina shivered and rubbed the skin of her bare thighs in a vain attempt to warm herself. She was undecided as to what course of action to take.

Should she stay where she was and hope for a passing car? Surely there'd be one along soon. But, she'd been stuck for how long already? Ten minutes? Twenty?

Should she leave the cold but secure vehicle and try to find some sort of nearby habitation?

The choice was taken out of Sabrina's hands and she nearly jumped out of her skin when there was a knocking at the window right next to her ear.

'Jesus!' she called out, alarmed by the unexpected noise.

She peered out through the window and could just make out the vague figure of someone standing close by the car door. In spite of her apparent, imminent rescue, Sabrina delayed before tentatively winding the window down a fraction. 

'Hello?' she called through the gap and then shivered as the cold air took advantage of the situation.

'Trouble?' a deep voice asked.

'Yes,' Sabrina replied. 'The car's just conked out. I... I don't really know exactly where I am. Can you help me? Is there a phone or something nearby?'

'Phone?' the man responded.

'Jesus,' Sabrina muttered under her breath. 'Have I got the village fucking idiot here?' Then in a louder voice – 'Yes a phone, I'm on my way to a party, you know, Halloween and all that.'

'I don't have a phone, not in the cottage.' The revelation surprised Sabrina. How could a man not have a phone? In this day and age!

'What about a car?' Sabrina suggested, sure that her somewhat lacking knight in shining armour would at least have transportation.

'Nope, no car.' Sabrina couldn't believe what she was hearing.

No phone, no car, what could she do? She was starting to get very cold now; she had to do something and soon.

'Look, can you help me at all? I'm really cold, I need to get inside.' Sabrina wasn't comfortable with the idea of going anywhere with a complete stranger, but what choices were left to her?

'Well,' the man spoke again. He didn't sound stupid or mean, in fact Sabrina liked the deep timbre of his voice and she had a fleeting moment where she wondered just how old he was. She couldn't see much of him through the window, but he didn't sound old. 'The cottage isn't far,' he continued, 'just through the woods there, down the path.'

'Is it warm in there?' Sabrina asked and then felt stupid; what a question!

'Warmer than out here,' the man retorted. 'You're welcome to come in and get warmed up,' the man added. 'Or you can stay here. Up to you.'

Sabrina pulled the latch and opened the door. The cold really hit her now and goosebumps grew on her bare legs within moments of the icy blast touching her skin. She climbed out of the car and saw her rescuer properly for the first time.

'Wow,' Sabrina thought to herself. 'What a fine specimen you are.'

She reacted to the sight of the stranger immediately. He was absolutely gorgeous. Tall, wide shouldered and lean, Sabrina could tell even with the heavy, quilted coat that covered him. He appeared to have just the messy, dirty blonde hair she found particularly attractive on a man, although it was too dark to tell for sure. 

'If he's got blue eyes...' Sabrina thought; he'd have all the physical qualities of her ideal man. 

A brief look of surprise flashed across the man's handsome features and Sabrina realised he hadn't expected to see such a length of bare leg exposed.

'Come on,' the man insisted. 'You'll freeze in no time dressed like that.'

He turned and walked away quickly. Sabrina hesitated for a moment and then followed hastily as the darkness swallowed the man. She kept up as best as she could, but her red, high-heeled shoes made walking along the uneven path very difficult.

To her relief, Sabrina didn't have to suffer for too long before the path ended at a wooden gate that was set in a high hedge. Sabrina didn't take too much notice of her surroundings and was focussed more upon getting inside the cottage. Her teeth were beginning to chatter as the cold caused her to shiver violently.

The man unlocked the front door and, finally, stepped aside and allowed Sabrina to push past him and inside.

Ten minutes later Sabrina was sat next to a roaring log fire and quietly relished the warmth it provided after her ordeal outdoors. Her red hooded cloak was draped over the back of a wooden chair and Sabrina was left wearing just her shoes, her tiny skirt and the close fitting cotton t-shirt she'd slipped on.

'So,' said the man as he walked back into the kitchen. 'A party you said, you were going to a fancy dress party?'

'Yes I was,' Sabrina replied. She surreptitiously carried out a quick appraisal of her rescuer and found, to her glee, that he was every bit as delicious as she'd anticipated. Blue eyes too! 

'What shall I call you? Do you have a name, or do I simply call you Riding Hood?' The man's eyes sparkled with amusement as he teased Sabrina mildly.

'Well,' she replied and felt her face flush with self-conscious embarrassment over her costume. All of a sudden Sabrina was all too aware of just how short the skirt really was. 'I'm called Sabrina, actually,' a hint of petulance in her tone, 'but what do I call you?' 

'Faolan,' he answered simply and fixed his pale eyes onto Sabrina's. 

Sabrina shivered, a remnant of her earlier exposure to the elements, or was it something deeper, something primal that Faolan's stare had stirred in her guts?

'Interesting name,' Sabrina said eventually, breaking the spell.

'Gaelic,' Faolan explained, 'Irish,' he elaborated slightly. 'Speaking of Irish,' he said and clapped his hands together. 'How about something to warm you up? You must think I'm a terrible host.'

'Not at all,' Sabrina replied. 'You've been more than kind. I... I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't found me.'

Faolan poured two half a tumblers of pale yellow liquid from a bottle that had suddenly appeared as if by magic. He handed one of the heavy glasses to Sabrina and then drained his glass in a single gulp.

Following Faolan's lead, unsure of the etiquette; Sabrina drained her glass as well and felt the viscous liquid slide easily down her throat. Not knowing what to expect, Sabrina was pleasantly surprised. The liquid had a texture that wasn't as thick as syrup, but was close to it. The taste was... well, it was... Sabrina couldn't describe the taste; it was like nothing she'd tasted before in her life, by no means unpleasant – just different. It felt as though the liquid had coated her tongue and throat, once again not in an unpleasant way, but in a way that left the taste of the stuff lingering. 

'Good isn't it?' Faolan asked with a smile.

'Very,' Sabrina whispered as a glow spread outwards warmly from the centre of her body. Her limbs began to tingle, starting at her fingertips and toes before slowly creeping along her extremities.

'It's an old recipe,' Faolan explained. 'Very ancient, so they say, with magical properties.'

It certainly seemed as though Faolan's words were correct. Sabrina felt very strange, not drunk by any stretch of the imagination – just strange. She felt at ease, suddenly comfortable here in the cottage, alone with Faolan.

Sabrina stretched out on the sofa she was sat upon. She lifted her long legs up along the cushions, not caring that Faolan had a superb view of her gorgeous legs.

'Feeling good?' Faolan asked and Sabrina just sighed contentedly and looked at him, smiling.

'Oh yes,' she murmured, very good.' Her eyelids seemed suddenly very heavy, and Sabrina had to fight off an almost overwhelming urge to sleep. She looked at Faolan again, just before she succumbed to the glorious, sleepy feeling. The final thought she had before she drifted away was that Faolan's eyes had apparently changed colour. Where they had once been blue, they now looked brown. 

'Strange,' thought Sabrina and then her eyelids closed.

***

Sabrina felt something between her thighs. She raised her heavy eyelids and peeped down along the front of her body. She felt absolutely no anxiety whatsoever as she registered the fact that she was still lying on the comfortable sofa, only now with her red skirt hiked up around her waist and her t-shirt pulled up to expose her bra less breasts. The inordinate feeling of well being she'd experienced before she'd drifted off was still with her and the sight of the delicious looking Faolan pulling the gusset of her underwear to one side didn't bother her in the slightest.

'This is divine,' Sabrina whispered as Faolan lowered his face towards Sabrina's plump, trimmed vulva. 'Lick me, Faolan,' she continued and pushed her fingers into the man's thick hair.

Sabrina sighed and pushed herself against her new lover's mouth when she felt his hot breath on her secret folds and his tongue slide between her labia. Faolan's tongue wriggled and squirmed insistently as he pushed into Sabrina's quickly oiling sex. He flicked at her clit and caused the girl to sigh loudly and then gasp as the hot pulses shot outwards from that sensitive little island.

Faolan took his face away from Sabrina's body and he moved up along the front of her until his face was level with hers. Sabrina looked into the enigma of Faolan's now brown eyes and remembered how blue they'd been previously. 

In fact, as she studied him, Sabrina noticed more changes. Faolan's face had changed shape, only subtly, but it was definitely different. Once again, Sabrina felt no alarm; she still had that same curious sense of surreal contentment in spite of the fact that a complete stranger had her in his cottage, in the middle of nowhere and was now casually enjoying carnal knowledge of her. The minute physical alteration to Faolan's features didn't cause Sabrina any angst either, she just observed mildly, as though it was a completely natural event.

Faolan smiled at Sabrina as he held his face inches from hers. He pushed his lips against the girl's and felt her open her mouth to him eagerly. Faolan slid his tongue into Sabrina's mouth and the couple kissed for an extended moment. Sabrina squirmed under her lover as they kissed, she could smell the musk of her own sex on Faolan's face as he kissed her and she felt a quick thrill of lust when she realised she was tasting her juice on his tongue.

When the kiss broke, Sabrina saw that Faolan's face had changed even more. There was a distinct sharpening around the mouth and nose and he was taking on a distinctly animal countenance.

Still unperturbed, Sabrina only sighed with pleasure when the changed Faolan began to tongue her sex again. His tongue flickered lightly over her clitoris before Sabrina felt the wetness of it wriggling into her body again.

The girl cried out sharply as Faolan's tongue slid deeper into her. Her back arched as her desire burst between her legs. She was hot down there, hotter than she'd ever been before and she needed Faolan to use his twisting, insistent tongue to salve the burning.

Deeper and deeper it went, impossibly deep as the wriggling invader slithered wetly around the spongy inner walls of Sabrina's vagina. It couldn't be his tongue, the thought flashed through Sabrina's brain. It can't be, it's impossible, it's too far inside... but oh, it felt so good.

Sabrina writhed and moaned as the wolf, Faolan used his thick, long, lupine tongue to stir her deep in her belly. The wolf had plans for this beautiful, young creature. He wanted to taste her – and he was. He wanted to hear her come as he fucked her with his tongue-cock, to hear her cries of ecstasy and her sobs of pleasure as she came and then came again on his tongue.

She was so pretty, so physically divine, that the wolf wished fervently that he could take her with him, take her home with him as his bride... But he knew it was impossible, the others would never allow such a thing...

And, momentarily, the wolf was saddened.

As he knew she would, the girl gave a huge, guttural grunt and he felt the syrup of her orgasm splash onto his long, dripping tongue. As Sabrina sobbed her release into the room, the wolf felt his long, thick cock stiffen as the scent of her rushed into the large, sensitive cavern of his snout. 

The scent became all consuming and the wolf felt himself slide back further, back in time, through the centuries and millennia to a more primeval time when his kind had ruled the Earth.

The time had come. The date was right; the Moon Goddess was high in the night sky, full and beautiful, like a pregnant female, just like the girl would be once the wolf had given her his seed.

He used a long, sharp claw to snip the scrap of Sabrina's underwear and then he positioned himself between her widespread thighs. Even though the man, Faolan was no longer recognisable, the metamorphosis complete, the girl still showed no sign of being disturbed. There was absolutely no sign of fear, not a flicker, as the wolf loomed over her slender, supine form. He offered the brutal head of his cock to her sodden opening and pushed.

'Oh my God!' Sabrina hissed as the wolf's cock pushed into her body. 

Her reaction wasn't one of pain or fear, more one of total delight at being filled by such a member. She gulped and looked up wide eyed with longing and awe as the wolf eased more of his length into her. She accommodated the girth of him easily, with her legs spread wide as she offered herself eagerly.

'Fuck me with that awful cock,' Sabrina groaned. 'Use me, use my tight little kitty and fill me with cock.'

The wolf began to slide in and out of Sabrina's sex, his shaft pulling and distorting Sabrina's labia as the gooey flaps clung stickily to it as though reluctant to release the instrument that was giving Sabrina such joy.

The girl went into raptures as the wolf used his terrible, angry cock against her sweet body. She clawed at the furry hide of him when her climax hit – and then went berserk as the second rolled in behind – and then the third...

Finally, the wolf let out a howl and the first spurts of his semen splashed deep into Sabrina's body. He grunted and snuffled awkwardly as jets of his seed gushed from his cock and filled the sweating girl completely.

A thick dribble of cum squelched obscenely from around the root of the wolf's cock and slid down along the cleft of Sabrina's buttocks. There were more sounds of debauchery as the wolf continued to pound at Sabrina's inflamed cunt and more of the thick goo was displaced by his thrusting cock.

Finally, spent and with Sabrina lying limp on the sofa she'd just been so well fucked upon, Faolan pulled his still oozing cock from the girl's body – the deed was done, his line would continue.

***

Sabrina woke up with a start.

She was back in the car, the engine was running...

How?

Then she remembered all that had happened, remembered every little detail.

She felt between her legs with her hand and her fingers came up sticky. She felt bruised and sore too, which was hardly surprising when she considered what she'd accommodated between her puffy, inflamed labia.

Sabrina knew she'd never find the cottage, that Faolan would never been seen again, but she also knew, somehow, that in a few months time she would have a very physical reminder of her brief time with him. 

There was no doubt that she was pregnant, she knew that with perfect certainty, and what's more, she didn't care. 

She knew she'd been chosen specially and that's why she'd been led to this place tonight, a significant date and a significant lunar phase... and a significant meeting with a man, Faolan – Gaelic for wolf. 

Red Riding Hood



In a land far away and long. long ago there in a small village close by the great wood there lived a girl called Elaine. She lived with her step mother who was surprisingly, and against all the odds in a fairy tale, not wicked. 

Elaine, and many of the local woodcutters did notice however that her step mother had a wicked grin and equally wicked curves which often meant that any woodcutters she met were soon encumbered with two sizeable choppers instead of just the one with which they cut down trees.

For her part, Elaine was quite happy living in the woods and this being long, long ago the local economy was fairly robust with a mixture of free market capitalism and socialist accommodation thriving between the different and distinct local groupings of basically anarcho-syndicalist communes.

The siting of this wooden economy was rather fortuitous, in that if Elaine had traveled no more than about eleven kilometers in any direction she would come upon either the mountainous regions of the south whose weekly markets were abundant with goat, sheep and the occasional dairy product and to the north where the ecology was, quite frankly, non-existent and there were only buildings, roads and media types.

Neither the wood folk nor the mountain folk ever visited and rarely spoke of the northern land.

Elaine was that rare thing amongst a 'noble peasantry' in that she was an inventor of sorts and a skilled wood turner to boot. The sound of Elaine's wood lathe could be heard echoing for miles through the sleepy forest and was a source of great satisfaction, not only for the local economy but also for the ladies and not a few men of the forest. Elaine's wooden 'articles' were known far and wide throughout the land of far away and long ago.

Every day before the cock-crow Elaine would rise from her bed and very often puzzle over the fact that there was no smutty innuendo written in that sentence. Then she would wonder through the door of her closet-like, cloister-close bedroom and marvel at the sophisticated imagery and word usage of this sentence.

As she passed her step-mother's bedroom she would remember that she was completely naked and ought to go back and get dressed in case one of her step-mother's 'visitors' should come unexpected and unbidden through the door. Then she would think "Oh fuck it." And go outside in her nuddy to collect a pail of pale water from the gushing stream which ran past her wooden home.

On this particular day, in the clearing betwixt and between the towering trees of the forest of the land of long ago and far away Elaine was stepping from the water of the clear stream, rivulets of cool water created their own creeks and becks as they coursed down the slopes and valleys of her pale skin, pausing sometimes in their gravity driven flow to join or separate as they met rising flesh or indented creases along her unblemished skin.

Elaine stood spellbound by the early morning sun reflecting diamonds and flashing satin sheets from her still wet, dry-wet body unknowing and uncaring of the eyes hidden amongst the brush on the opposite side of the gurgling rivulet from which she had stepped. Then, all too quickly, her morning dalliance of private sun-worship and meditation was broken by the odd description of the stream. Her richly proud brow furrowed in concentration as she considered how desperate and amateurish was the phrase 'gurgling rivulet'.

* * *

Wolf Canidae was a man of a certain style. Raffish, some would say, others; rogue. Wolf had been conceived some twenty six years previously (which makes him 25, 26 next birthday. April. The twenty second.) and was a man of intellect yet knowing of woodcraft, the earth and her pleasures. He was the bastard and shunned offspring of a certain woodland girl and a top level executive from the grim northern lands. (You can see where this is leading can't you?)

As he stood in the cool morning mist (incidentally ruining his velvet waistcoat) with his mane of lustrous dark hair swiffling in the very slight breeze rising from the evaporating stream by which he stood, he drank in the sweet heady sight of the naked ginger lady wading from the waters on the opposite bank. Though his mind was awhirl with predacious and conflictingly loving thoughts he concentrated on only two things (no, not her tits. Far too obvious) The main thrust of his musing diverged on two questions. Why use the phrase 'knowing of woodcraft' in the previous paragraph, which is a bit effete and unnecessarily faux romantic usage and also the word 'swiffling'. Evocative and even possibly descriptive in a wildly poetic licencey way but surely completely invented and therefore snapping the reader from their suspension of disbelief.

Wolf shook his head to dislodge the thoughts of the author and felt his heart skip a beat as the vision of loveliness disappeared behind a suspiciously convenient tree.

Being a major character Wolf realised that he must have this girl, this fantasy, this phantasm or any other synonym for vision which didn't bear repeating in a consecutive paragraph. Having convinced himself and drunk with beauty Wolf stumbled forward on tipsy shoes borrowing poetic terminology from an earlier work.

* * *

Elaine, still naked, strode boldly through the doorway of her shared home intent on making a nice pot of tea and a bit of breakfast only to find her step-mother languishing on a carven chair at the kitchen table.

"Why step-mother, whatever can be wrong?" Elaine said as she laid a gentle and gently warming bare arm around her step-parent's creamy, satin skinned shoulder.

Her step-mother turned her face towards her kindly step-daughter and essayed a smile that crinkled her reddening eyes. "'Tis nought that you should worry your own fair head about girl." She said archaicly 

As soon as her step-mother uttered those words Elaine knew that there was something deeply and abidingly cruel that must be tearing her very soul for her to speak in such an obviously invented dialect. Elaine leaned closer to comfort her and unconsciously, but perhaps not unintentionally, pressing her full, still naked, rose tipped bosom against her step-mother's shoulder.

The step-mother's shoulders shook in silent misery creating waves of sympathetic flesh and not wholly unwonted sensuous ripples across Elaine's pearly bosom.

"Please step-mother" Elaine cried "You're breaking my heart, please tell me what is wrong."

Elaine's step-mother tried to stifle her sobbing to ease Elaine's pain, for she loved her step-daughter very much and at the moment she was absolutely fascinated by her ginger minge which was on full view to her downcast, tear-filled eyes.

"'Tis nought really." She said tearing her eyes away from her step-daughter's lustrous, shining crotch to look into her face. "But... why oh why can I not have a name?" she wailed anew as the tears fell once more speckling her step-daughter's freckled arm.

Elaine didn't know how to answer her step-mother's question. She realised that typing out 'step-mother' rather than 'Helen' or 'Joan' or even something as ridiculous as 'Hildegard' must be something of a strain for the author whose typing skills had so obviously not progressed to the top row of keys on the keyboard and make him look down every time he typed step-mother in order to fit in the hyphen but she was at a loss how to explain her step-mother's lack of character name.

"I've even been mentioned in the very weak sub-plot about the mysterious stranger, which will obviously never be resolved before the end, just left loose and flapping and making the reader wander if this is a thinly veiled incest story." She exclaimed

Elaine hugged her step-mother all the harder as if trying to squeeze out the fear and worry that rent her very existence.

"Look" the step-mother wailed.

Elaine raised her head, darting her eyes from corner to corner and nook to cranny about the otherwise empty kitchen.

"There" she cried "Fourth paragraph up. I'm even exclaiming now and I still don't have a name."

Elaine sat upon her step-mother's lap and held her face between her loving fingers, knowing full well the sensuality inherent in the situation but willing to try anything to calm her almost hysterical step-mother even if it meant a hastily assembled and completely gratuitous girl on girl scene.

The step-mother's knees trembled and her flesh burned brightly where her step-daughter's cool but rapidly warming skin touched hers.

"I know it's not much" Elaine began "but my name will be changing soon. As a matter of fact, unless a keen bit of find-and-replace doesn't happen before submission my name even now is going to be Elalaine in several places."

The step-mother smiled and frowned simultaneously.

"Oh just look." Elaine trilled "We even made him use the word simultaneously and he definitely had to correct that at least three times."

Her step-mother laughed. Elaine smiled and stroked her step-mother's graying hair then leaned forward and kissed her clear forehead. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and with impeccable timing Elaine whispered "Unless the title is just some sort of tasteless gimmick my name is going to change to Red Riding Hood but you," Elalaine touched a finger to her step-mother's full lips, "You will always be my step-mother."

[insert girl-on-girl here]

* * *

Wolf Canidae surveyed the amorous goings on within the confines of the kitchen of the rude woodsman's home and felt himself torn between taking out his cock there and then and whacking off to the scene inside or to boldly march through the doorway and join the frolicsome pair, but being a cultured creature he decided that neither course would suit his needs. Who knew how many woodcutters were hereabouts in the woods and just how kindly would they take to one of the Northmen splashing his seed around and about the home of possibly the loveliest girl in the forest.

So Wolf took his rangy figure back towards the woods where he would muse and meander his thoughts to create a cunning plan of action which would allow him to ensnare the girl in his wily grasp.

* * *

Both physically and emotionally exhausted Elaine and her step-mother lay atop the hard wooden surface of the kitchen table bathed in sweat and such excretions as were provided by a prolonged bout of heavy girl-on-girl action and with the day being hardly begun and also being a Thursday they eventually agreed to spend the day naked so that each could bask at will in the beauty of the other as they went about their chores, which they began with a skinny dip in the nearby stream.

Elaine's step-mother was a woman of mature beauty and as she rose from the waters Elaine held back momentarily in order to gaze with admiration at her retreating back and backside. Step-mother's arse was a thing of wonder to Elaine, who had quite small boyish hips. and her memory stepped unbidden into the very recent past to recall how she had slapped it stingingly whilst grinding her red-golden pubic hair, scissor fashion into her step-mother's sparsely covered crotch.

Step-mother turned her head and threw a satisfied and thankful smile across her broad shoulder as Elaine stepped from the depths of both the stream and memory to follow.

As she passed the suspiciously convenient tree on the bank Elaine noted that the collector attached to the spiral cut in the bark was almost filled with the sap that she was using to experiment in her workshop.

The natural latex ( a complex emulsion that coagulates with exposure to air and is found in many plants) that Elaine was collecting was for use in one of her many experiments. Although the summers were long and pleasant in the land of far away and long ago, the winters were a bugger, bringing heavy snows and the spring enormous quantities of rain which the folk of the land protected themselves from by simply not going out in it.

But the people of this land of long ago and far away (look. I'll tell you what, we'll just call the land of long ago and faraway 'Longago' ok? Think of it as the name of a country; Longago. Right?) the people of Longago, being simple woodland folk or hillsiders knew that a sustainable ecology was a matter of necessity and so they husbanded their resources by planting young trees in the spring to take the place of those they had cut down in the previous year. This obviously meant that those charged with the task of summer planting had to work extensively in very wet spring weather which caused all sorts of chills, colds and flu's to be prevalent in that part of the community.

(Being wet and cold doesn't give you any ailments nor increase the abundance of virii or bacteria which are the cause of chills, colds etc but it does slightly weaken your resistance to such)

So Elaine had taken it upon herself to search for bad weather clothing material and she was certain that the sap or rubber which she 'milked' from various trees and plants could be moulded or crafted into usable weather-proof garments such as hats or capes.

Being a conscientious society (and obviously conscientious is implied by the word society) but being conscientious the Longagoans took great pains in keeping at least a semblance of population control being as how they were modern yet natural folk and knew that even natural resources were limited if expansion, nationalism and eventually globalism were to be kept, like the wolf, from ravening at their door.

*

(OK. This is the tricky part which might escape those readers looking for sex, laughs or both. This is where the Lit comes in [although there's damn little enough of the erotica part so far]. Now, the introduction of the wolf [above] as a metaphor for industrialisation or multinational is mirrored or an echo of, the character of Wolf Canidae, the apparent 'outcast' of the north of Longago and so the tale of Red Riding Hood is twisted to become not a cautionary tale about burgeoning sexuality (stay out the woods, keep to the straight and narrow, watch out for wolves (men) etc but a slantwise leftist attack on the evils of capitalism. Alright? Got all that? You can stop reading now if you want, if you've got this far, but you'll miss out on the vaguely humorous parts yet to come and possibly even the sex if I can find somewhere to slide it in.)

The society of Longago had come to the unspoken agreement that the best and most effective method of birth control was abstinence. Well abstinence of cunt fucking anyway. And so it became known throughout the lands far and wide that if you enjoyed oral, anal (either sex) or gay dalliance then Longago was the place to be and this pretty much put natural population growth at virtually zero.

The inhabitants of Longago were, by this time, so used to the influx of those seeking non-procreational sex that their language didn't even contain a word for immigrant. (which is the main reason why Longago didn't have any right wing newspapers because they couldn't fit 'PEOPLE NOT BORN IN OUR COUNTRY STEAL JOBS' or "...DON'T PAY TAX" or "...WELFARE SCROUNGERS" in the banner headlines)

*

Elaine pushed her finger into the viscous latex and decided it was hardening faster than she liked so she picked up the bucket, replacing it with an empty one, and headed towards her workshop where she put down the container on her experimental bench (not that the bench was an exercise or prototype of benchmaking but the bench where she carried out experiments) and lazily stripped the gum from her finger as she recalled just how hot both the weather and her step-mother had become.

Elaine moved to the wood lathe hopper and took out one of her famous wooden 'articles' and gave it a quick sanding down with the emery cloth in preparation for an experimental gloss coating from the latex pot. "Hand Finished" and "Individually Tested" were the trade mark and slogans of Elaine's enterprise.

* * * 

Wolf Canidae enjoyed having his name used in full at the beginning of his parts in the story so it was with no little trepidation that he had casually approached various woodcutters, lumberers and old ladies in the gardens of their small homes in order to draw them into conversation and learn as much as he could about Elaine and her step-mother.

Fortunately, so far Wolf Canidae was working in past tense and had been spared reportage of any conversations wherein he quite often had to offer his interlocutors use of his given name only ('You can call me Wolf') so his full name was so far intact but as his dastardly plan to ensnare the beautiful red-headed Elaine came closer Wolf Canidae actually feared approaching the workshop where he might have to actually enter present tense in order to interact with his secret love.

Wolf Canidae breathed a sigh of relief as he peered through the gloomy window into the workshop and was once again entranced by the sight of his love apparently stroking what appeared to be a wooden phallus with quite some vigour. Even more confusingly and powerfully evocative he saw that she carried out this activity entirely naked.

He stood mesmerized by the sight of Elaine's full and jigglesome breasts as they bounced, swayed and jounced as if dancing to the tune of her rapid hands playing on the wooden instrument she held firmly in her slender fingers.

Wolf Canidae's thighs and muscular young buttocks had seemingly become aware of the silent tune also and were performing their own involuntary terpsichore in an unconscious effort of frottage to make his now ravenous manhood saw and rasp against the rough cloth of his tight and tightening trouser front.

* * *

From the vantage of the kitchen window step-mother watched in fascination with one hand on a handy axe and the other a sharp paring knife as she saw the strange, but handsomely proportioned antics of this newcomer apparently trying to fuck the side of Elaine's workshop.

She crept quietly from the house and approached the frotting figure...

* * *

Elaine's approach to her industry was occasionally whimsical in her search for the smoothest finish she could find for her articles, which at present was a luxuriant but thin coat of vanish but unfortunately meant that purchasers needed to resort to lubricants after only a few uses as she had never found a varnish that wouldn't coagulate and sloughen when repeatedly exposed to 'natural juices'. (or monkey grease and twat fat as her grandmother the beta tester named them)

But Elaine had been struck by her attempts at creating water proof clothing and found that indeed not only was latex water resistant but also that particular samples (such as that exuded from Lactarius deliciosus) was unaffected by unguents. Unfortunately this particular type of emulsion was a red/orange colour and rather garish but at the moment was the best choice.

So Elaine moved to her stock of emulsions and drew down the one she had decided to work with and dipped in the newly finished article in her hand.

(Surely you've got enough clues by now about how Elaine gets the name Red Riding Hood. This is hard work googling all this shit you know, please try to keep up.)

Excited by the immediate results of the coating, Elaine ran through the yard to find her step-mother only to discover a wellington boot hanging from her bedroom door handle and the rather obvious sounds of something sexual or possibly frightening happening inside. Elaine rather thought that it was probably sexual, as usual, and went back to her experiments.

Having laboured feverishly through the night Elaine trudged through the early morning mist towards the house and hopefully her unoccupied bed. If Elaine's step-mother was in any way wicked it lay in the fact that she always conducted her trysts in Elaine's larger and more comfortable bed and being that Elaine would never think of sleeping in her dead father's bed she sometimes had to forego the night as a period of rest.




Red Riding Hood



Having laboured feverishly through the night step-mother walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her step-daughter having kicked the stranger out of Elaine's bed and home some hours previously when he had balked at one of step-mothers more outré proclivities.

Step-mother was surprised when she saw Elaine's face which, whilst tired was also exultant. Elaine for her part couldn't contain herself and was bursting with news of her discovery. She asked step-mother if she would consent to a little bit of blindfold play and being somewhat frustrated, horny and still entirely naked, caught something of Elaine's excitement and willingly followed her instructions.

Elaine asked step-mother to hold out her hand, into which Elaine placed her newest invention, the latex covered wooden dildo. Step-mother gave a cry of surprise as her fingers automatically closed around the shaft, knowing immediately what it was that her fingers recognised.

Step-mother raised her free hand towards the blindfold and felt a stinging slap from Elaine strike her wrist.

"No looking."

"I'm sorry mistress." Said step-mother.

Elaine was momentarily puzzled by step-mother's response but soon realised what kind of mood she was in and realised too that the sexual something she had almost witnessed in the early hours had probably left step-mother in a vulnerable frame of mind. Would she be taking advantage of submission or was she being maneuvered into dominance? Whichever it was Elaine decided to acquiesce.

"Tell me what's in your hand."

"It feels like-"

"Did I ask what it felt like?" Elaine cut her off.

"No mistress."

"Again," said Elaine and slapped step-mothers left breast for emphasis making it swing and slap against the right. "What is in your hand?"

Step-mother sucked in a sharp breath when she felt her step-daughter's hand, hot and swift against her. "A cock mistress." She said.

Elaine became aware that she had been watching, mesmerised until step-mother's breast had ceased its pendulous motion for several endless seconds then seemingly without volition her hand again slapped the now still, rose-tipped breast bringing another sharp intake of breath from the silent woman before her.

She placed her hand on step-mother's shoulder. Step-mother gasped not anticipating the gentleness of the next touch. She placed her other hand on step-mother's broad hip eliciting yet another hiss then pulled her shoulder forward making step-mother bend slightly at the hips and bringing both breasts away from where they lay down her ribcage.

Another gasp forced its way through step-mother's teeth at the sudden loss of contact when Elaine released her grip. She smiled as she became aware of the thrill of given sexual power that step-mother had blessed her with, then swung her left hand to contact solidly with the hanging flesh of step-mother's breast to set them swinging and slapping together.

Step-mother groaned.

Elaine laid her fingers along the reddening weal that she had left, fingerprinted, on step-mother's hanging tits and stroked gently. "Do not move." She ordered.

"No mistress."

Elaine rolled step-mother's stiffening nipples between her fingers and pulled downwards while step-mother obediently resisted the motion, making her tits elongate and stretch the lightly wrinkled skin that patterned the cleft between.

Step-mother matched Elaine's gritted teeth with completely opposite sensation, one of delicious pain for one of given hurt. Similarly and for similar reason both mistress and slave savoured and relished the growing slick sensations they felt between their legs.

The older woman huffed a moan when Elaine released her hold and bade her "Stand."

She placed gentle fingers about Step-mother's shoulders and pushed and pulled her to turn and face the kitchen table where she pushed her forward to lean with her elbows on the surface. Step-mother shuddered as she anticipated the next part.

Step-mother was filled with conflicting feelings when Elaine delivered the next part. Instead of a hard stinging slap on her fleshy backside step-mother felt a sharp and unfamiliar zing down the cheek of her left buttock, followed quickly by a similar but sharper zing down the right. The unexpected thrill of the concentrated pain had step-mother's natural lubrication at full tilt.

Elaine's inexperience of delivering pain to a willing participant made the effort sublimely effective as she alternated slaps with caresses and the back of swift flickering fingernails at the end of quick descending hands with deeply grazing scratches drawn from thigh to lower back.

By this time Elaine was in need of satisfaction and having step-mother to do her bidding was an opportunity she wouldn't like to miss so she stepped back from the slaps and scratches that she had been inflicting on that delicious, raw and glowing backside and moved to the table.

In order to produce the greatest effect Elaine was as quiet as she could be and very carefully sat on the edge facing away from step-mother. Then, aided by the now glistening surface, copiously lubricated from her own slithering and sticky quim she lifted her feet and swung her hips and, keeping her eyes glued to her step-mother's unsuspecting face for any sign of forewarning brought the calves of her legs about step-mothers head and pulled with her legs to bury those lips into her other lips.

Step-mother struggled and gasped for breath as Elaine pulled hard with fingers wound tight in her hair to grind against the deep probing tongue, nose and chin of her slave.

Within seconds and growing wonder Elaine was chuffing and huffing lungfulls of air making counterpoint to step-mothers gasps and cries as she soared towards release and spasming muscles contracting and flexing giving full reign to her nearly painful orgasm.

Insensible in afterglow Elaine savoured the full weight of step-mother's head still nestled between her thighs. The blindfold reminded her of their novel relationship and she brought her feet to press against step-mother's shoulders and pushed her upright.

"Now, slave."

"Yes mistress."

"What do you have in your hand?"

Step-mother raised her arm. "A cock."

Elaine flung out a leg and caught step-mother's breast a glancing blow with her toes. "A cock- what?"

Step-mother drew in a gasping breath. "A cock... mistress."

"Yes. And what are cocks for?"

"For fucking mistress."

Elaine thrilled at the never before heard words from step-mother's beautiful lips. "Say it again."

"Cocks are for fucking mistress."

"Is that what you want?"

"I beg your pardon mistress?"

"Tell me plainly what you want to do with the cock in your hand."

"I want to fuck it mistress."

"Where?"

"In my cunt mistress."

"Tell me again and this time more description."

"I want to fuck this cock mistress, in my wet, hairy cunt mistress."

"Then please do."

Step-mother crooked her knees and brought the latex covered article towards her spread thighs when Elaine called "Stop."

Step-mother moaned.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes mistress, my cunt is sopping."

"Show me, with your fingers."

Step-mother pushed two fingers in to her glistening cunt then pulled them free and held them before her so that Elaine could see the strands webbed between them.

"Carry on."

Fearing that her step-daughter would halt her again step-mother plunged the dildo between her thighs and fucked herself with vigour and speed only slowing as she approached her own orgasm and with deliberate, lengthy strokes broached the waves of delirium that beckoned her.

"Ok now?" Elaine asked step-mother as she floated down.

"Oh yes. Yes."

Elaine slid from the table and untied step-mother's blindfold and, blinking against the light, step-mother collapsed into a kitchen chair where she examined the new prototype.

"This is wonderful." She said "smooth and... and fleshy. I'm not too sure about the bright red though. Oh!."

"What? What's wrong."

"The skin... it's... erm..." step-mother grimaced, holding up the wooden dildo in one hand and the latex cover in the other. "It came off."

"Oh bugger. I was afraid of that." Elaine said as she reached for them.

"Wait a minute." Step-mother said and she stood and walked to the kitchen sink. "I think I have an idea."

Elaine watched as step-mother took the latex 'skin' and began pouring in water from the basin.

"It's water tight."

"I know. I've been using it for the rainproof hats and capes."

"If it's water tight, it's probably monkey juice tight too." Said step-mother borrowing Elaine's grandma's phrase.

"And...?" Elaine said being unusually slow on the uptake.

"If it doesn't burst or perish then you've just invented the dongcoat."

"?"

"Dick rubber. Manhood cape. Cock cover."

"?"

"Schwong suppressor. Jizz jacket. Riding hood."

"?"

"Prophylactic."

"Oh!."

Step-mother looked at Elaine incredulously. "Prophylactic you understand?"

"Yes." Elaine looked hurt. "a device, usually a rubber sheath, used to prevent conception or venereal infection."

"That's right." They beamed. They danced. They whooped and then they fucked again.

Then followed tedious weeks of research and development as Elaine and her step-mother set up a production system in the workshop.

A year and lots of cunt fucking without conception later (which was the entire premise for the story if you recall) Elaine had become known as the inventor of The Red Riding Hood, which for the purposes of comedy was also the name by which she herself became known.

* * * Wolf Canidae was a man no more. When he had fled from step-mother's house he had stumbled blindly through the woods, slept the night in a make-shift shelter and spent a whole year living off the fruits of the forest and what chickens he could steal in the night. He'd tried stealing sheep a couple of times from the mountain folk but found other more easily satisfied uses for them. In fact there was one pretty little ewe that he- (EDITED FOR CONTENT)

When Wolf Canidae's 'forest year' was drawing to a close he found himself in a familiar part of the woods. A part that held a strange disquiet in lost memory. Something fearful about something that he enjoyed.

When he spied a ravishing, red haired figure by the stream from which he was slurping cool, clean water a trace, a flicker of a life forgotten fanned a spark of sullen anger and the need to quench a hidden thirst that liquid couldn't slake.

He followed the red haired figure back to a cabin and hid himself behind a surprisingly convenient tree watching as she called out and pushed open the door with her bare bottom apparently careless of any splinters that might be in the wood.

Cautiously he crept towards the house and peered, myopically slit eyed through the window and felt the stirring of his loins at the beautiful, naked, red haired girl. When he saw inside to whom the red haired girl had called out Wolf Canidae's mind and gut churned violently as a flood of memory returned to leave him shaking with anger and simultaneously quaking with fear.

He felt like he wanted to run away and at the same time to have his way with the red haired girl. He didn't know whether he was cumming or going. (yes, I'm sorry that was so obvious it should never have been included but with all that mention of the red haired girl it suddenly felt like a Charlie Brown strip.)

Wolf Canidae listened intently to the two women making their plans for the day because even though his sight wasn't up to all that much he had hearing as sharp as...as... well, a wolf. (well any animal I suppose really, I just didn't think the word preternatural was a good idea in a fairy tale)

So Wolf Canidae thought up his dastardly scheme of revenge which unfortunately didn't include taking Elaine's idea of condoms back to the Northern lands and undercutting her to drive her out of business, which would have made a little more sense since he has already been set up as a metaphor for big business and would have wound the tale up nicely as a subversive left wing attack. No. Wolf Canidae's plan was a bit more direct and animalistic. When he heard Elaine say that she was going to visit her Grandmother to take her a new prototype dildo that she had been working on for beta testing, he decided that his revenge would be eating Grandmother.

* * *

As has already been mentioned, Elaine's stepmother was not classically wicked she was in fact, quite enlightened for the period and had given her stepdaughter as much sex education as the girl could handle (and as the stepmother discovered, Elaine could handle quite a lot) so as it turned out Elaine was never actually told any allegorical tales about wondering off the safe footpath when in the depths of the forest although she was instructed about 'what all boys want' and left it to Elaine to decide if she would give them it.

It was a bright afternoon when Little Red Riding Hood (Elaine) set off for grandmother's house with a basketfull of goodies and as she entered the deeper parts of the forest, careful to stay on the path, she noted that the woods were becoming quite tulgey and the few borogroves she came across were very mimsy. Being quite a distance and taking her time 'twas brillig before Red Riding Hood came to a turning point and she noted that the slivy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.

As she made towards the left hand trail a sudden stranger appeared before her and because the woods were at their thickest and the mome raths outgrabe Red Riding Hood nearly jumped out of her skin when Wolf Canidae made his presence felt. (He was thinking of making his presence leather but found that leather chafed a bit round the groinal area)

"Oh." Squeaked Red. "Who are you?"

"Wolf Canidae." Said Wolf Canidae. "At your service."

"Well hello Wolf Canidae." She drawled in what, in later centuries would become a Mae West voice.

'Can't be this easy.' Thought Wolf. 'Naa. Have to eat Grandma first or my plan (and the story) is all for naught'. "Hello yourself." He said out loud. "You're Red Riding Hood, I understand."

"Why yes I am, Wolf Canidae."

By this time Wolf Canidae was becoming quite emotional because this girl, on whose step-mother he had sworn revenge, was actually using his full name all the time.

"Is there something wrong." She asked.

"No, no." Said Wolf Canidae, wiping an errant tear from his eye. "Just a speck of dirt or something."

Red waited while Wolf Canidae pulled himself together and then let him continue.

"I understand that you're something of a rubber merchant." He said.

"Oh yes?" She replied warily.

"It's just that when I saw you taking the left hand fork I thought I should let you know about what I found about fifty or so metres down that one." He said, indicating the right fork. When Red didn't reply he hurried on "It's quite a large patch of Saffron Milkcaps."

"?"

"Red Pine mushrooms?"

"?"

"Orange Latex Milky?"

"?"

"Lactarius deliciosus."

"Oh." Red perked up at the latin name.

'Unbe-fucking-leivable' thought Wolf Canidae.

"Then I shall take that path to Grandma's house." And off she skipped.

Wolf Canidae rubbed his hands with glee and if he had sported any moustaches he would have twirled them evilly, but he didn't, so he settled for laughing "Muhuhahahahaaaaaaa" then ran off down the left hand path towards Grandma's house.

* * *

Grandma's house was situated in a large clearing in the forest at the end of the path and Wold Canidae strode confidently to the door.

"Whose there?" called Grandma when she heard the knock on the door.

"I'm doing a survey" said Wolf Candae.

"A survey about what?" said Grandma

Wolf Canidae thought furiously and wished he'd put more detail into the dastardly plan. "Broadband?" he said.

"Got it." Said Grandma

"Gas supplier?"

"I'm happy with my present service."

"Electoral Register." He said confidently.

"There's no government." Said Grandma "We're a loose coalition of anarcho-syndicalist communes round these parts."

'Damn' thought Wolf Canidae 'I knew I should have read the first few paragraphs instead of skimming to find the juicy parts'

"Oh Grandma." Wolf Canidae called through the door falsetto voce, thinking fast "It's me. Little Red Riding Hood."

"Well why didn't you say so girl. Come in, come in."

Wolf Canidae kiked down the dor and camed in Grandma's fase.

She liked it. She liked it off her fase and off her hans. Then opened her mouth for more.

* * *

Red Riding Hood meanwhile, had picked all the mushrooms she could carry and continued down the path until she came to another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. She noticed that the sun was slowly setting when time grabbed her by the wrist and directed her where to go. She decided that this particular path was a godsend although a lengthy detour to Grandma's which would probably make her late so she made the best of this test and didn't ask why. It wasn't a question she wanted to ask herself but would definitely be a lesson learned in time.

When she got to Grandma's house she saw that the dor had been kiked down and warily looked inside the dark cabin. Now this was something unpredictable and she called out querulously "Grandma?"

"Yes dear." Came a rather rough sounding voice.

"It's me, Red Riding Hood." She said.

"Come in, come in." Said the voice.

Red stepped inside.

"Come closer dear, the light is failing and my eyesight's not all it should be."

"Why Grandma," said Red when she saw the figure in the bed and inspected it closely "What big ears you've got."

"You cheeky little bi- All the better to hear you with my dear."

"And Grandma, what big eyes you've got."

"All the better to see you with my dear."

"And Grandma what big teeth you've got."

And with a roar Wolf Canidae leapt out of the bed, pinned Red, ripped off her knickers and rammed his cock up her then fucked her til he came.

"At last." Cried Wolf Canidae "I have my revenge.

"How is that revenge?" asked Red lying in a pool of sweat and twat fat.

"Because," explained Wolf Canidae "I've put both you and your Grandma up the duff."

"?" said Red.

"In the family way."

"?"

"Put a bun in your oven."

"?"

"Up the stick."

"?"

"Made you gravid."

"Ah. Gravid. Pregnant." Said Red. "Well I hope you had the time of your life."

"I don't think so." Said a voice from the kitchen. "Just take a look at your cock."

Wolf Canidae looked down. "What the fuck?"

"It's a prophylactic." Said Grandma a she walked into the room bearing a tea tray replete with buttered scones and parkin.

"?" said Wolf Canidae.

"Contraceptive."

"?"

"Sheath."

"?"

"French Letter."

"?"

"A rubber Johnny."

"Ah." Said Wolf Canidae "You mean: 'A Red Riding Hood."

THE END 



Red Riding Hood



Candy left the store with her purchases. Finally done for the day, she thinks. Suddenly she starts to get nervous about what she is about to do. This is going to be a special night just like Mac told her before she left. She smiles to herself. He just does not know how special. A cool spring breeze catches her before she can pull her red cloak around her. She has jackets sure, but at this time of year she likes to wear cloaks. Especially this one ... red like the color of her painted lips. With her pale skin she loves how innocent this cloak and hood makes her look. Especially today knowing what is waiting in her basket and her plans with it. So not innocent. She feels the cold harden her already excited nipples. She fastened her top button and started the walk back home with her basket of goodies. 

She looked at her cell phone and found that she still had about 2 hours before he told her to be home. Home was only about a mile away so she was going to early if she left now. Still it might not hurt to get there early and start the fun. She started getting wet just thinking about what was in her basket and the surprise she had planned for Mac. They had been talking again about double penetration just the night before. The thought of having something in both holes just made her gush. His finger in my ass while he is fucking me from behind is nice, but oh how would something larger then a finger feel. This walk had better cool me down or might come before I even get things started. She smiled to herself imaging, planning, anticipating this evening. So focused on her fantasy she missed the approach of trouble.

"Well if it isn't little Red Ridding Hood. Complete with her basket of goodies going to Grandmother's house."

She jumps and is amazed how close he is. How did he get so close without her noticing? She was amazed at how preoccupied her mind was. "Hi there Wolfie," she replies. "You know that my Grandmother has not lived there since we had to take her to the nursing home. How's it going?" 

He gets close to her like he usually does. His lack of personal space has always unnerved her. "You look like a giant red M&M," he responds ignoring her question. He slowly circles around her. His face not more then a few inches from her hood and more than close enough for her to smell that musky aftershave that has always caused her to get excited. Oh God!, she starts to think. This is the last thing I need now. I am already wet enough to feel myself starting to drip.

Wolfie continue to circle his prey, "Tell me, do you melt in the mouth and not in the hand as well?"

She makes a nervous little smile. "Wolfie why do you always tease me so. You always know what to say to make me feel embarrassed. Besides I am in a hurry to get back home to Mac." And she begin to step backwards. "We were going to have a special evening together."

He reaches out and grabs her arm and pulls her close again. Damn, why does he always flirt with me like this. He knows my response to him. If I don't get out of here soon I am going to explode. She pulls her arm away.He makes a bark like laugh amused by her show of resistance. "Why are you in such a hurry? Look around you. This is a rare spring day. You should go on a hike on that trail that leads back to your house," he says with an sparkling look in his eye. He steps closer again to her. "It would be a shame for you to miss all of the forest flowers budding." He keeps circling her with his nose just inches from her as if smelling for a response to his actions and words. She turns her eyes to the ground hoping he would just leave. "How can you ignore the new sprouts penetrating the moist earth. The plants rising to the sun. The sounds of pleading from the males inviting their bird back to his nest." Suddenly he takes a step away. He laughs again. "Or you could just keep on the road. Your choice. Till next time Candy Red Ridding Hood" Then with that he turns and walks back towards town chuckling to himself. 

She is still looking down at the ground. Still not moving. Why does he do that to me? Nothing more then his talking and circling makes me soaked.  She reaches down, adjusts her skirt and feels the fabric brush up against her pussy. Another quiver passes through her and slowly she starts to move her legs that are still unsteady. She looks towards the trail head at her right. She cannot go home like this. She has to at least take the edge off of this. In his sick twisted way, Wolfie was right. Maybe a walk in the woods is exactly what she needs. Besides, she still has time before she was told to be home. She pats her basket and begins to enter the woods. 

Although she has not been to this spot in years she still knew her way here by heart. She used to come to this part of the forest when she needed time alone. Her private little grove. Looks like a few new saplings have started to grow here, but other than that it looked the same, or more importantly, felt the same. It was a nice walk through the woods, but she missed everything that Wolfie had mentioned to her. She only had focused on getting to this spot. She looks for a nice spot against that big oak in the sun to fight off the spring chill. Then took off her cape and spread it out on the ground. Might be a little chilly but she did not care. She sat her basket down next to the cape, pulled off her panties over her socks and shoes and sat resting against the large oak tree. She reaches into her basket and pulls out her purchase. She looks as this piece of silicon in her hand. Bigger then it looked in the store. She feels the fake balls and think how fake those feel. The rest looks good and she is sure will serve her purpose well. She grabs onto the base and rests the head on her clit. I need this so bad. She pushes the head slowly down feeling how easily it slides. 

She then trails it back up and rubs it over her clitoris. She closes her eyes and just focuses on the feelings. Pushing all thoughts out of her as she rubs. With each circle she feels her pulse quicken. After a few slow circles she brings it up to her lips and just sticks her tongue out for a taste. Her other hand takes over the position the dildo making slow circles. She takes the dildo into her mouth to wetten it and then moves it into position. She feels the broad head start to penetrate her, pushing her lips open. She stops the circles while she enjoys the increased fullness as she pushes. She almost cums right then, but then slows her breathing and does not dare to move or touch anything. She might need this, but she has time to do this right. Her finger again starts to slowly circle her clit. All concentration is on the buildup down below. With each circle there is a little shudder. Each shudder becomes just a little stronger. Her hand hold the silicon dick tight just wanting the fullness and something for her shuddering mussels to squeeze on. She keeps the slow pace not noticing how wide her legs have gotten, how fast her breathing has become, how her moaning is starting to echo in the surrounding forest. Suddenly the mussels contract, her voice calls out, her hips buck, and she starts to see stars in her closed eyes. 

She waits a moment and just enjoys the waves. The convulsions of her full pussy still squeezing the cock she has kept lodged inside. Her other hand resting on her belly not daring to touch her sensitive clit. Damn that was good and tonight is going to be even better. She pulls out the dildo and wipes it off with her panties. She feels how wet her panties are and wonders if there is any use in putting them back on. Then she gets another wicked idea. This dildo was not all she had purchased. She stood up and started to take off her socks and shoes. This is going to be a bit chilly, but I think the cold will do me some good. She then pulls off the rest of her clothes and reaches into her basket.

She leaves the forest with her cloak pulled close and tight against her. In front of her she sees the backdoor to her house. She looks at her clock and see that she is only a few minutes early now. She walks up to the backdoor, sets down her basket out and gets out her new shoes that are sitting on top of her clothes. She has seen Mac look at these black high heels before and have been tempted at buying them for her. They are totally impractical for around here since she would surly break her ankles or shear the heels off if she ever took them out. But for the bedroom they are perfect. She quickly runs her fingers over her new black stockings and make sure they are still hooked to the garters. She follows her waist and smoothes out her black chemise that leaves just a little of her breasts hidden. I am so glad I went to the woods and masturbated else I would have cum just putting this on.  She takes a deep breath, unbuttoned all but the top button of her red cloak and opens her cloak. She takes the hood and puts it over her head, picks up the basket, and knocks on the door.

She hears the familiar footsteps of Mac approach. She tries to steady her breathing waiting for the door to open. The knob begins to turn and she feels liquid starting to run down her legs. "Just in time Candy. I was..." he stopped and just stares at her with eyes wide open and a look of shock over his face. His eyes traveling the length of her and then slowly come back up to her eyes. Her normally pale face starts to flush pink. 

"My what big eyes you have." Candy says in a voice that she can barely recognize. 

The look of surprise leaves his face and she sees a huge smile erupt on his face. "The better to see you with my dear," he answers as he steps forward and kisses her lips. The first touch was almost too much for her. His tongue moving forward and just licks her red lips before he pulls back, takes her hand and guides her inside. She feels like she is in someone else's body. The unfamiliar steps of the heels, the rub of the unfamiliar fabric. It seemed easy to walk though the forest, but now that she was here her mind is just getting overloaded. She follows him through the house knowing where he is going but not quite knowing her way.

She gets to the bedroom and is surprised by the candles around and a small cloth bag resting on the end of the bed. She goes to remove her cloak but he takes her hand away. "Leave it on," he whispers in her ear. He steps back and walks slowly around her taking her in from every angle. He stops after he gets behind he pulls the hood back and kisses her neck. "You look like you need a release don't you?" he whispers in her ear as his hand moves to around her waist and pulls her tight to his chest. She can feel him gyrating his hips into ass as his hands slide down the edge of her new black satin panties. She is so close. Her breathing quickens as she closes her eyes feeling his hands slip inside. She screams out and his strong arms keep her from dropping to the floor with the basket she just let go. After a few moments she looked up. "How did you know I was so close," she asked. 

"I heard it in your breath." 

"Well what big and sensitive ears you have," she teased him

"All the better to hear you cum with my dear," he answers with a grin. "So, I see you went shopping today. What a nice surprise. You cannot believe how much you surprised me." He helps her up and sits her on the bed. "I don't suppose you also picked up the object we talked about last night did you?"

She nods her head and tells him it is still in the basket. As he stands up she notices his pants. Just some beat up jeans that he wears around the house, that are stretched rather tight by with a bulge. Before he goes to retrieve the basket she grabs hold of his hand and stops him. Candy pulls him over in front of her and starts to unzip he jeans. She reaches in just rubs him through his underwear. "You are so hard tonight. Was it something I did that caused that?" she asks looking up at him as she undone his button and pulls down his pants. While he pulls off his shirt, she continue to rubs him through his underwear and starts to squeeze his balls. She can see a large wet spot form where is head is. She reaches up and pulls the fabric tight around the head and the clear liquid begins to bead. She looks up to make sure he is watching and extends her tongue and just touches the precum bring it onto her tongue, and then she slowly brings her tongue back to her mouth. "Mmm yummy. Is there more of this some where?" she asks as she pulls down his underwear. She grabs hold of is dick and pushes the skin back milking a bigger drop of precum. She hurries up to catch it before it starts to drop and sucks the hole head into her mouth. She continues to sucks his cock in more and more till her nose touched his curly hair. Deep throating has always been a trick that she loved to do. She pulled back till just the head was still in then quickly pushed his dick all the way in. She felt him shudder when she did this. His eyes closed as he feels him pushed into her tight throat. 

"I love that trick. Your throat feels so good. Oh man, I am not going to last very long. Come one just do it. Just make me cum." He has been waiting for a release all day and needed this as bad as she had. But then she pulled back and then sucked him back in for a few strokes, the slowed down and just swirled her tongue around his tip. "You are such a bitch sometimes you know that," he said but was still smiling. "Faster." 

She stopped sucking and grabbed hold of his dick and slowly started to stroke him while twisting her hand causing him to moan. "Now why do you want to hurry this up? Don't you like this?" She then went to stroking him slowly while sucking him down. She knew she was pushing her luck.. He liked to tease but did not like to be teased.

Sure enough he reached down grabbed her head and started to guide her faster. She felt his him moving his hips and pumping his cock into her mouth and throat. With her hands she squeezed his balls and started to gently pulling them down. He felt the pressure rise from what felt like his toes. "Here it comes," was her only warning before she felt the cum move from this balls and the swelling of the head. She pulled out enough so that she could take it all in her mouth. She was surprised by the amount there was and the strength of the shots. He felt the wave pass all the way to his head and left his teeth tingling. She pulled off of him and swallowed. He then saw her start to milk his dick like she did at the start and watched her lick all the she got out all the while watching him to make sure that he saw her. I must look so slutty she thought to herself. Here I am sitting here dressed in this red cloak, black lingerie, high heels, with cum dripping from my mouth. She almost wished she could see herself. 

He smiles, bends down and kissed her deeply. She blushes deeply knowing that he must taste his cum that she still had on her tongue. Things like never has bothered him though. He reaches around and turns her head around and gently licks the edge of her ear. Tracking his tongue down her neck and then back up to her ear. She feels a slight pain as he takes a playful bite of her earlobe. She suddenly stops and bites her lips. Hesitant to say the next words knowing where it will lead. The next bite is a little harder and she yelps a little. She whispers in a small voice with the smallest of a quiver, "My what sharp teeth you have." She closes her eyes waiting the response that she knew was to come. She feels him shift and gets close to her other ear. 

"The better to eat you with my dear." The excitement is there in his voice as well. He slowly lays her back and works his way down to her breasts and reaches in and frees one from the fabric, bends down, and kisses it while he pulls out the other. Just licking her nipples with the flick of his tongue and then sucks them in and bites each one lightly in turn. He moves down and pulls the slick black fabric up so that he can lick her stomach. His hands start to work at the garters slowly playing with the edge of her panties. His quick fingers make short work of the garters and she feels his tongue tracing the outline of her panties. He takes a moment to take one lick through her panties. He pushes the fabric aside and then french kisses her pussy. His tongue moving around inside. She feels her panties start to get pulled down and over her high heels that have some how remained on. She felt him pulling her legs causing her to roll over. She gets on her belly and then up on her knees. His tongue starts to lick her again tracing from her clit to her ass. He bends forward, takes her hand, and guides it to her clit. She begins to rub while he begins to lick her ass. His tongue moves around and around and then traces back down to her pussy. Her fingers moving in the same pattern that she did earlier today. She know though this time there was nothing that would slow down the inevitable. His fingers begin to probe around her ass and then he pushes in one. Slowly he pumps it in and out and then pulls it out just to be replaced with a bigger one. Suddenly with little buildup it hits her and her ass tightens around his thumb and he quickly licks the length of her pussy catching any fluids that are squeezed out.

She lies there on the bed with her eyes closed. He hears him sniffing her to catch the smell of her sex. A she can here a slight noise from the end of the bed. Then in her ear she hears breathing and then a voice she knows too well. "Well I guess you do melt in the mouth and in the hand." 

Her eyes spring open. Wolfie!

She suddenly finds her hands handcuffed and attached to the headboard of the bed. She turns her head and sees Wolfie there checking the cuffs and licking his lips. "I love the outfit Candy. If I knew you had this on I would have pulled you into the bushes earlier." He walks around to the end of the bed and looks into the basket. "My look at the goodies that you have, he paws through her clothes throwing them around the room. She struggles against the cuffs but know she will not get away. Then stops and slowly walks smoothly to the bed. He sits the basket down and brings out the silicon toy she bought today. "Oh look at this goodie. He smiles bringing it up to his nose. She closes her eyes knowing what he will discover. After smelling it he smile turns into a frown. He takes his tongue and licks one side. "Oh dear. Looks who has been the bad girl huh. I guess you enjoyed your walk in the woods huh? My, my. Not as innocent as you look...or looked earlier today I should say. Although your behavior does suit you looking like you are now. He beings to circle the bed and lets the toy track its way over her back still covered by her cloak. She shivers and tried in vain to pull herself from the cuffs. The toy reaches her lower back and she freezes not knowing what is going to happen next. The toy slows down and is pushed against her asshole just enough to feel it start to spread. "Did you get this to go here," he traces the tip down and pushes just the very smallest amount in her pussy. "or did you intend for it to go here?" He then pulls it out and licks one cheek of her ass.

"Please Wolfie don't. Not like this. I like you but..YIPE," She feels the sting on one of ass cheeks.

"You did not answer my question Candy. Which one?" He slowly bends down and licks the other cheek. The warning to her is clear. 

"The second one...AHH!" Another slap of his hand.

"What the hell is the second one. You are so bad I am sure you know the name. Tell me. Which one?" He goes back to the first cheek and licks it. This time is tongue extends a little into her crack.

"Pussy. My pussy. Please don't spank me Wolfe. I will be good."

"I am glad to hear that Candy. I don't like to hurt you either," he says with a sneer. "Would you like to me put it in you Red?" He moves the toy back to the entrance. 




Red Riding Hood



She bites her lips not saying anything. She feels his tongue on her cheek again. "Yes. Put it ...Ooohhhh," She feels it shoved all the way in with one hard thrust before she could even finish her answer. She starts to feel tingles all over. This is really happening she thinks to herself. The toy is pulled out and shoved back in just as hard. She feels he starts to stick a finger in her ass. Not as softly or as smoothly as before. She clinches her teeth and she feels it get pulled out quickly.

"Oh a little dry huh. Would you like me to help with that?" Again she does not answer immediately and he brigs his hand down hard again.

"YES!" She yells out as the sting hits.

"A little slow on the answer there but you did eventually, so..." She feels some cold liquid touch her asshole and slides down to her pussy. The sudden cold makes her inhale quickly. "Cold hu Candy? If you had answered quicker I would have warmed it." She looks back and see him moving behind her. He starts to rub his dick from her ass to her pussy. She feels the dripping of more of the cold liquid that drop right on her anus. He suddenly pulls out the toy and shoves it back in causing her to gasp. She feels the silicon balls bump up against her clit again. She flexes her mussels tying to hold the toy in place. "What do you want Candy? Tell me and I will do it. Do you want me to just leave you like this wet...waiting...anticipating. Or do you want something else? You better be specific or I might get something wrong." She call almost see the look of hunger and wanting on his face as he keeps rubbing his dick back and forth over her anus. 

"Please...don't." SLAP! Those are starting to really hurt!

"Last chance Red Riding Hood. Tell me or I leave." 

"DO IT! Fuck my ass." Suddenly she feels him push and feel the tight ring slip easily around his head. OH MY GOD! SO FULL! 

He pushes himself all the way in and comes to a stop "Oh your ass is so tight. I can feel the toy there too. You are such a bad girl you know that." He starts to slowly pull out. His breathing becoming quicker keeping time with hers. He pulls out so just the head is still in and the slowly pushes in again. 

"Ohhhh please..." She turns her head up arching her back. So good. She moans with every movement. A long sigh in while he is pushing in and a low moan coming out. 

"Please what. Oh maybe you would like it a little faster? Say it!"

"Yes Faster Wolfie." Suddenly she feels her head get whipped back as he pulls back on her hair and starts to fuck her faster. Her red cape swaying with the rhythm of the motion. Just a few seconds is enough for both. A collective gasp follows by a scream accompanied by a long moan. She feels her hair released and they both collapse to the bed. 

After what feels like seconds but could have been hours to them he pulls out and pulls the toy out as well. She hears he sniffing and smiles to herself as she can imagine him licking her juices off of it. He comes back around to her and releases her cuffs. She rolls over rubbing the red raw marks on her writs. 

She looks at him and with a smile says, "I really need to get you a fur coat." With that she feels another slap to her sore ass. May be latter. 



Red Riding 'Hood



Good Evening, Boys and Ghouls.

Below is my spooktacular entry into this year's Halloween story contest. I've entered it into the interracial category but there are also elements of non-consent/reluctance to it as well as some other stuff. I know that it's a category that not everyone likes and it's a bit of a departure for me but if you give it a chance you may see how, in it's own way, it fits into some of my other stories. You may even come to like it, mua-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ack *cough* *wheeze*

Sorry about that. No more talking like Mrs. Cryptkeeper. Word of genuine warning, I do drop the dreaded N-bomb at one point in the story which I hope doesn't offend and can be read in context. 

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The street was dark. So dark that I was beginning to have second thoughts about my decision to walk to where I was going. It was only a short trip from the bus stop to where I was going but when I'd first envisioned the neighbourhood I was walking through I'd pictured it like the clean, suburban neighbourhood I'd grown up in with well lit sidewalks and pristine houses. It hadn't taken me long to realize that wasn't going to be the case. This was clearly a bad part of town. I'd seen enough movies to recognize the ghetto. Small, dingy looking houses with heavy metal bars on the doors. I felt ridiculous walking through it dressed the way I was. It was Halloween and, much like every other female student at my college, I'd chosen to dress in a costume that was less about creativity or frightening people than it was about showing off my body to male admirers. 

I was dressed as Little Red Riding Hood but certainly not the one from the kiddie books. Underneath my short red cloak my tight red dress hugged my every curve, was open enough at the front to show a great deal of cleavage and stopped only an inch or two past my well rounded ass. The perfect little mix of innocent and downright slutty. As I'd walked through campus and onto the bus I'd received many admiring stares and a whistle or two. That had grown even more pronounced as I'd arrived at the bad neighbourhood. Guys were walking past me and openly staring at my tits or turning to watch as I walked past. A pick-up basketball game on a poorly lit court came to a dead stop as I walked past and I could feel every single eye glued onto me as I sauntered past. 

I suppose I couldn't blame them. I know how black guys love curvy white women and, well, that's what I am. With long sandy-blonde hair wrapped tightly in two little pigtails, bright green eyes and a body that measures at 32F-24-36, I'm sure I would have made every single one of them hard even if I'd been wearing the drabbest possible clothes imaginable. As it was, with my every curve being tightly clung to and exposed and my ass being well presented by a deadly pair of three inch red heels I'm sure I must have looked like the epitome of their cute little white girl suburban fantasy. 

I laughed at that thought at first. If only they knew how I'd been raised. My parents had raised me in a safe, gated community in the most lily white of suburbs. They'd sent me to an all-girls high school that only had one black student on scholarship and a few Asian girls for anything resembling colour in the student body. My parents weren't racist like the KKK or anything, but I'd frequently hear my father complain about how most black people were lazy and how he didn't want his tax dollars to go to their welfare checks and my mother would often "tut, tut" during the evening news. Whenever some crime story involving anyone black she'd always say how "those people" deserved what they got for not working hard enough. 

So I'd certainly been raised to keep my distance and, walking down the dark street at night, keep my distance I did. I didn't want any of them coming on to me for very good reason. So not only did I keep my distance but I picked up speed, eager to arrive at my destination. In fact, I was so focused on walking faster through the neighbourhood that I began to lose my bearing. I had looked up where I was going on the internet before I left the dorm and it had said it was a straight line south from the bus stop along Lincoln Heights Boulevard.

But as I reached the end of the block I looked up and saw that the street sign said I was walking down something called East Wickford Street. I knew that was wrong. I was lost. 

I paused. Not knowing what to do. I considered calling a taxi but I remembered hearing from certain students that cab companies often wouldn't send cars out to this neighbourhood out of fear that they might get robbed. I considered backtracking the way that I had come but I knew that meant walking back past the basketball game and I knew for a fact that meant that one of the black guys there would say something to me. Faced with two options that I didn't like, I decided on a third. I pressed onward. I figured that at the very least I would either find my way back to Lincoln Heights or I would find a better neighbourhood from which I could call a cab. 

I kept up my speed, walking faster and faster, keeping my eyes down at my feet so as to avoid any potential eye contact. I felt like I was making good progress, I could see a major intersection ahead that looked at least like it might have a convenience store open so that I could ask for directions and I was just about to walk even faster when I heard yet another voice from one of the darkened porches. 

"Hey girl, wait up."

I froze. There was something about the voice that just stopped me in my tracks. Low and dark, a thick bass, my legs just froze at the sound. 

I turned around to look at who it was who was talking to me. It, to no surprise, was another black man. But this one was, I could tell at just a glance, different. He was massive first of all, with jet black skin and a shaved head. A lot of the men I'd seen had been big but this one was a giant. I'm not tiny, I'm around five four or so, but he looked to be at least a foot taller than I was. He was thick too, his arms, shoulders and chest clearly well-defined and not hidden by the tight white tank top he had on. He was wearing baggy black shorts and sunglasses to complete his low-rent ensemble. His shaved head which made it tough to pinpoint his age but he looked to my eyes to be around twenty-six or seven to my having just turned twenty. He looked like my parent's worst nightmare only twice the size. 

He also had a big and mean looking dog to his side, a rottweiler mix of some sort, that he was holding on a tight leash. The dog clearly wanted off, however, and the huge man was clearly straining to hold him at bay. I looked at his arm for a second, half interested in the amazing muscle definition he had on display and half at the tattoo that decorated it. 

I was so entranced, however, that I barely even noticed as the man tied his dog to the porch and approached me. 

"Looking for your Grandma's house?" he said with a smile as he walked towards me. 

"No," I barely managed to mumble out, ignoring the joke. I was practically shivering. I'd like to think more from the cool October air than from the thing I felt deep in my stomach, "I'm on my way to a party."

"Mmm, if it's got girls like you it sounds like the party I'd like to go to." he said. It was clear to tell, even with his glasses on, that he was looking up and down my body, "You need a date for the party?"

"No," I said, trying to maintain my composure. 

"That's not very nice," he said, although his voice remained at an even keel. He was directly in front of me now, I had to crane my neck just to look into his face, "Where's this party at?"

"1074 Lincoln Heights Boulevard," I said, reciting the now memorized 

"Shit, girl," he said with a chuckle, "That's on the other side of the freeway, got a mile to go before you get there."

"Oh." I said, feeling my nerves grow.

"And shit ain't safe around here. Not with the kind of thugs we got out here and definitely not like you dressed the way you are." he said again, "Girl dressed the way you are makes a man think all kinds of things."

I paused, feeling my mouth dry. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was getting at. He was all smiles as he said it but it was with an unmissable air of menace. Again, I could hear my parent's sensible voices telling me to run but in the heels I was wearing and as big as he looked even if I could run I knew he'd just catch me. 

"But don't worry," he said, "See, this here is my neighbourhood. And I kind of make a side business in protecting shit in my neighbourhood. Local people pay me a little something and I make sure ain't nobody bothers them."

I froze. Money. He was asking for money. It almost came as a relief. 

"I have money," I said, reaching into my purse

"I'm sure you do," he said, "But I was thinking that you might have a little bit more to offer me than a couple dollars."

I paused. I knew what he was after. 

"I have a boyfriend." I said, weakly

"No doubt, no doubt," he said, nodding his head and rubbing his hands together, "And that's why it's so important that we work something out. Need to get you back home to your boyfriend, all safe and sound."

I could feel the panic in my eyes as I considered my situation. There was no way to call the police. He was too close. I could feel the adrenaline bursting through my body though. My heart was beating wildly and I could feel my hands turn clammy. In my situation, I knew that there was nothing I could do if he wanted to just take it from me.

"W-what do you have in mind?" I asked

"Well," he said, "Seems to me, this being Halloween and everything, and you all dressed up like that, you should maybe come knock on my door, ask for trick or treat."

I froze. It was a bad idea. I knew that at least on the street I had some chance of someone walking by and seeing us. 

"Trust me," he said, towering over me. "It's not safe out here for you if you don't."

I knew he'd phrased his words so as not to be a direct threat but I knew exactly what he meant. I couldn't help but think of my parents. Everything they'd said to me growing up. Then I thought of my boyfriend. More than anything, though, I knew they'd never want me to be hurt and, as crazy as it all was, my best chance of not being hurt still seemed to be doing what the black giant said.

Despite my brain screaming at me to get out, I did as he'd said, walking into his yard beside him and onto his porch. His tied up dog began barking loudly as I walked past, straining against the leash in a seeming attempt to get at me.

"Killer, down," the big man yelled at his dog and the dog, it seemed, was no more resistant to doing as told by him as I was, whining at his master's words and curling up on the porch. I stood nervously on the porch as the man bent down to enter his front door, which he then closed behind him. Again the possibility of running entered my brain but I could see that he was still just inside his front door. If I bolted he'd have no problem catching up to me. As directed, I knocked three times on his door and stood nervously on his porch. It was only a second after my knocks that he opened the door.

"Well hello there," he said as he opened the door, looking me up and down again as if seeing me for the first time. 

"T-t-trick or treat," I said, not particularly enthusiastically. He smiled at this.

"Well, well, well," he said, "Looks like you in need of a big, bad wolf."

I smiled weakly, trying to pull my hemline down a bit.

"Well, a costume like that definitely deserves a treat," he said, "Come on in, I'll find you something."

Nervously, against my instincts, I walked in. The house itself, unlike its shabby exterior, was reasonably well decorated and maintained. Not, I supposed, all that much of a surprise if he was some sort of gangster. It was a narrow hallway we were in, though, and just how big he was could not have been more apparent. I was backed up against the wall and it seemed as though he was filling up the rest of the whole house as he looked down on me.

"See," he said, "Thing is that I don't have much in the way of candy in the house,"

"T-that's OK," I stuttered, "I can just be on my way,"

"Naw, naw," he said, "Like I said, costume that fine deserves a real treat and I think I've got one that'll really satisfy you."

He nodded downward and my eyes followed suit. It was readily apparent what I was meant to be looking at. The baggy material of his shorts was now struggling to contain what was obviously a massive erection running down the left side of his shorts. I'd heard that rumour about black men too and clearly the giant in front of me fit that bill. 

"I can't," I said, my mouth open in shock,

"Trust me, you'll like it, a big slab of dark chocolate with a delicious white filling," he said, "Go on, just give it a taste."

"My boyfriend..." I said, trying not to think about him, especially not now. My breathing was getting heavy again but for, I'm ashamed to admit, an entirely different reason.

"Your boyfriend ain't here," he said, "And I'm damn sure he'd want you to do what's best for you."

"My parents would kill me," I said, "I just can't."

Like a shot I felt his hand reach out and shove me hard against the wall, eventually wrapping around my neck and holding me in place as I struggled.

"Listen bitch," he said, his teeth now in a gritted whisper, "You either suck my dick or you go out there where, if I haven't made myself clear, it isn't safe for your little white ass. So I think you better ask yourself what mommy and daddy would prefer. You do this here for me or you go out there and take your chances."

I tried struggling free again but his grip tightened ever so on my neck that I could tell that I couldn't break free. I had to admit, his arguments were getting more and more convincing. It was becoming crystal clear to me that I had very little choice in the matter. His free hand removed his glasses and his eyes, large and a rich brown, were now staring into mine. There was a steel to his glare, a hard look that told me that he meant every word he said. Weakly, I nodded at him. 

"OK," I said, "I'll do it."

His glare softened at this and a smile again spread on his face. I gasped a large breath of air as he released my neck and stepped back. Catching my breath, I looked back down at his shorts. His dick was as hard as ever and looked to be straining against his shorts to the bursting point. The outline was just enormous. It looked like half of a baseball bat inside his pants. I couldn't deny feeling just a bit of a thrill as I imagined what it would look like outside of his shorts. 

"Time's wasting," he said impatiently. I nodded. Almost as if in a trance I knelt down in front of him. He was so tall that, on my knees, looking up at him was a near impossibility. That was good, I thought. It was too hard to look at him and not think about my boyfriend. What he would think about what was going on. What he'd say. I knew that the best decision was to just do what the big man wanted and forget about everything else. 

I cleared my mind of those thoughts and reached up for the waistband of his shorts. They were loose enough to pull down relatively easily. His shorts off, I could see his cock clearer now, straining against a pair of tight boxer briefs. It was so big up close. I reached out and tried grabbing it through the thin material. Length was one thing but it was thick. Almost as thick as my wrist and hard as hot, warm steel. I gasped and began rubbing it gently through his shorts. He groaned at my touch. I considered the possibility that this might be enough for him. That i might be able to get through this just by stroking his massive erection without touching it. 

"Yeah, come on," he said, "Get that dick out girl, taste it, just give it a kiss."

I nodded. I felt like I was in a trance. I tugged down on his shorts, revealing inch after inch of his cock before I finally pulled him out completely. His cock sprung out in front of him like a coiled cobra. I had to gasp. I was more than a foot away from him when I'd begun tugging his shorts down and now, with his hard cock pointed directly at me, it was close enough for me to reach out and lick with my tongue. 

Up close his cock was magnificent and I grasped it in my hands, my freshly manicured fingers with the bright red polish not quite reaching around to my thumb. I couldn't help but gasp at the contrast between it, dark black like the rest of him but slightly lighter at it's thick head, and my pale white hand struggling to wrap itself around it. It was easily foot long and so thick and heavy, sagging slightly at it's weight despite being so hard. It was thickest in the middle, with prominent veins, and hot to the touch. It throbbed in my hands, jerking slightly. 

"You're enormous," I said in awe. He was easily twice the size of any of the guys I'd been with in the past. 

"Mmmm, very true, Red" he said, "And this big black dick is all the better to fuck you with,"

I leaned forward and licked at it, feeling it jerk in my hands as my warm wet tongue made contact with the big cock head. It was so big, so fat, I knew I'd have to use a lot of spit if I wanted to get it inside my mouth and, much to my chagrin, I was coming to the distinct realization that I wanted that very much. I tasted the pearly drops of pre-cum leaking out of his cock head and moaned at the salty taste of them.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned again as my tongue swirled around his dick. I began licking it in earnest, letting my tongue run the length of his shaft, first one side, then the other, leaving a trail of my spit along it as I went. 

"Don't forget the balls," he said. I nodded. 

"I don't even know your name," I giggled, realizing the absurdity of what I was saying as my tongue began to envelop the large, cum bloated sac of his balls. 

"People call me, fuck," he grunted, "Just call me Big T,"

I moaned my acknowledgement as I let one of his balls fill my mouth and then the other, giving them a tender caring going over with my tongue. I pulled my mouth off of them, kissing back up the shaft of his cock.

"I'm Ashley," I moaned as I stretched my mouth wide around his dick, straining to fit that big head inside.

"Fuck Ashley," he said, "You sure know how to suck a dick,"

I didn't respond. How could I? I began pressing down on his cock, inch after inch of the massive black tool entering my mouth, stretching me wide, gagging me as it entered my throat. I suppressed the urge and kept pushing, swallowing almost eight inches of it before I felt myself fill up I began pulling my mouth up off it, bobbing up on it now as I sucked hard on the cock that was in my mouth. 

"That it?" he said, "I think you can take more."

I pushed down again, this time swallowing nearly ten inches of it. This time, though, I felt his hand on the back of my head, gripping what he could of my tightly braided blonde hair and keeping me in place. I gasped and sputtered around his dick and felt like I was going to black out but eventually his grip released. Still, as I opened my eyes and pulled back I could see that there were unmistakable traces of my lipstick against his muscular pubic bone. 

"Yeah, you like that bitch?" he said, "You like choking on a big black cock"

I groaned. I couldn't help but feel a sense of perverse pride at the knowledge that I'd taken the whole thing into my mouth. I began sucking and bobbing my head furiously, as if possessed by some crazed, cock starved monster. I let my mouth bob up and down only the first half now, my free right hand jacking on the shaft that I couldn't give adequate attention to. I could feel my eyes watering and my make-up running but I was lost in the blow job. Something primal had awoken in me. I wanted nothing more than to suck Big T's amazing cock better than anyone ever had before. 




Red Riding 'Hood



I bobbed and sucked and stroked, my tongue running along a huge vein on the underside of his shaft on every pass, and I could feel him thrust a little to meet my strokes, fucking my face. It was amazing. I worked his cock like I'd never done before with anyone. I was making obscene slurping and sucking noises as I did my very best to suck his massive black dick as well as I could. Every groan and grunt my ministrations coaxed out of the massive man were like music to my ears. Big T had closed his eyes and while his hand was still in my hair there was no force behind it. He was simply letting me ferociously take his big shaft into my mouth at my own frenzied pace. 

I lost track of time. I could feel the pain in my stretched lips and my cheeks from sucking so hard as well as fatigue in both hands from jacking him off so I knew I'd been sucking his cock for a while. I redoubled my efforts though, my mouth bobbing furiously and my hand jacking his dick so fast it was like a blur. 

"Oh fuck yeah, just like that, oh you dirty little bitch," he moaned and, more than that, he began thrusting again. I could feel his big dick throb and swell in my mouth and knew he was close. He gave my mouth three deep thrusts before I felt his dick pulse and throb and heard a near howl escape his throat.

"Oh fuck you dirty white cocksucking slut," he moaned and I felt him pull his cock out of my throat and just leave the head in my mouth as it began firing thick ropes of hot, salty cum onto my tongue. It was an immense gush of his spunk and even though I gulped the first mouthful down there was more to come and I felt it begin to leak out of my mouth, down my chin. He pulled his dick from my mouth with an audible pop but his dick kept spurting, thick ropes of white cum splashing in my hair, over my face and coating my neck and breasts. He must have coated me with half a dozen more spurts, my hand still furiously jacking his cock as he did, before he stopped, his eruption reduced to a trickle. 

I was panting loudly, huge globs of cum still on my tongue and covering every part of exposed skin I had. I could feel it running down my face as I sat on the floor, completely lost for breath. So lost, in fact, that I didn't even notice it when he reached down into his shorts. 

"Say cheese, bitch," he said and groggily, I opened my eyes to see him pointing an expensive looking cell phone down at me. Before I knew what was happening I heard him take several snaps of me. I swallowed the cum in my mouth, appreciating the taste for the first time. Warm and salty, I wasn't usually a fan of the taste but there was something about this that made it taste so fucking good. So much so, in fact, than when I'd swallowed what was in my mouth I pushed some that had splattered onto my cheek into my mouth for another taste

I heard another click.

"Mmm, I bet your boyfriend is going to love that one," Big T said with a cruel chuckle. 

That comment brought me back to my senses. I was done. I'd sucked him off. As per the terms of our arrangement I could leave. Unsteadily rising to my feet, I became very aware of three disturbing physical realities. The first was that Big T was still standing between me and the door and, though I was trying to make it clearly obvious that I wanted to leave, he seemed to be making a point to not be getting out of my way. That was probably because of the reality that his dick, despite the amazing eruption I'd just coaxed out of him, still seemed hard as a rock. Worst of all, I became acutely aware of just how wet I was. Soaked. I'd maybe blocked it out of my mind when I was blowing him but I could clearly feel not just the wetness but the heat that came with it. I don't know if I'd ever been so turned on in my life. It was a confusing feeling, given what had just taken place.

"I...I can go now," I said softly, desperately hoping I'd get the answer I wanted. Big T just shook his head though, his own breath a little ragged.

"Girl, if you can suck cock like that there's no way I'm letting you leave without getting a piece of that ass." he said. 

I gasped again. Sucking his cock was one thing but letting him fuck me? I couldn't help but tremble at the thought. 

"We had a deal," I said, my words coming out inelegantly as I'd just swallowed a lot of sticky cum. 

"Bitch," he said, taking a step towards me and looking down at me coldly, "I make the rules here and I'm going to fuck you now."

He reached down and wrapped both hands around my waist, before I knew what I was doing, had lifted me up and over my shoulder. I fought him as he did, my nails digging into his back and my teeth sinking into his shoulder but if he felt it I couldn't tell. It was a short trip to his bedroom from the hall and he roughly kicked the door open as we got there and threw me down onto his oversized bed. 

"Please..." I said, looking up at him as he peeled his shirt up and over his head, revealing an amazingly well defined set of pecs and abs, "I don't want this,"

"Maybe," he said roughly, "But I'm getting the sense that you might just need it. You're just a big-titted racist white bitch who might not like the fact that she needs a big black dick to make her happy." 

"I don't," I protested. He reached down and grabbed at my costume and he ripped, hard. Tearing my short little red dress off of me and revealing the matching red lace bra and panties I'd worn underneath.

"You asshole!" I yelled loudly as he revealed my nakedness but, even as I did, I couldn't deny that with all the heat I was feeling the cool air felt good on my skin. 

Wordlessly, he got down onto the bed beside me and I could feel it sag under his considerable weight. He began pawing at me, roughly groping my large breasts, pulling them from my slinky little demi bra and cupping them, weighing them, seemingly fascinated by their size.

"Never seen tits like these on a girl so skinny," he said before running his hands down the small of my back and cupping my ass, "And a nice fat ass to boot. You were just built for black cock."

I groaned as his touch and his words. So rough, so strong. I couldn't deny it. It did seem like our bodies were just built for sex with each other and his dirty talk was having an amazing effect on me despite knowing it shouldn't. I felt myself want to give in, to surrender to him, to just let him ravish me like an animal with my full and enthusiastic permission. But I still had that voice inside me, that of my upbringing, telling me it was wrong and that I should stop it. I felt his lips on me. Soft, full lips kissing my neck, my chest, my breasts. It was so hard to ask him to stop but I found the strength.

"Don't," I said, "My father..."

Big T stopped and looked at me coldly.

"Let's get two things straight here, bitch," he said, "First, I'm your daddy now,"

As he said that I felt his heavy hand crack down at the exposed flesh of my ass cheek, bringing a pained cry to my lips. Worse still was the way it turned my insides into jelly.

"And two, this is happening. Give me any more fight on it and I may go out and get one of Killer's spare leashes, get that collar round your neck and tie you down like the dirty little bitch in heat that you are."

As he said that I felt his hands push between my legs, cupping my mound. I groaned again. 

"Yeah," he said, "Say you don't want it but wet as a fucking fire hydrant, how could that be?"

"I don't," I muttered, "I don't..."

I felt his lips on me again, sucking on my breasts, his tongue and teeth teasing my sensitive and painfully hard nipples. Any sort of sense of resistance I had was fading away, I arched my back to his mouth, letting him take more and more of me inside his hot warm mouth.

"Oh fuck," I groaned at the first bit of tenderness from him. It was a heady rush. His skill as a lover overwhelming all of whatever prejudices I had. 

"Mmmm," he said, pulling off of me, "Just a little kiss or two and you're begging for it."

I groaned, embarrassed to admit just how turned on I was, how all of my protests were being completely overwhelmed by how much I wanted that big cock of his inside me. Roughly, I felt his hands on my hips, his thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, and felt him rip them off me in one strong, firm motion. He had no intention of more foreplay or taking it slow, clearly, as no sooner did I feel the first breeze on me than his hands were again on my hips, flipping me over onto my stomach. 

"Do you...do you...have a condom?" I asked, resigned to the fact that I was going to get fucked. 

"No." he said coldly,pulling me up onto my hands and knees and positioning himself behind me.

"Oh fuck," I moaned as I felt him spreading my legs and the tip of that massive, rock hard cock pressing against my slick pussy lips. I wanted him so badly at this point. Still, I knew I should say something. "I'm not on the pill,"

"No shit," he said, "Something for you to think about for next time, I guess,"

He pushed into me. I groaned at just how much my pussy had to stretch to take just his head in. 

"Next time," I said, half in a moan

"Yeah, girl," he said, "Don't want your boyfriend to see those pictures I took in the hall, do you?"

I moaned as he pushed further. I realized that he was right. There would be a next time if he wanted it. Again and again. I was in his control, under his power. He could fuck me whenever and wherever he wanted. As I felt his big dick push its way into me, inch by cunt filling inch, I realized it might not be that bad a fate.

He smacked my ass again, drawing another moan.

"For a small chick, your pussy sure does want it all, huh?' he groaned. I could feel my cunt squeezing around his big dick and it clearly was having an effect on him. He kept pushing inside, deeper and deeper inside me, and I felt myself feeling a sort of pleasure that I could barely describe. Full and hot, stretched to my limits but still somehow hungry for more. It was like his exquisite cock was designed to bring me pleasure.

I gripped the bedsheets tightly as I felt the big, blunt head of his cock hit my very limits, bringing a whimper from me. I grunted as he pulled back. His cock filled me so much but those prominent veins were like little spots where they pushed past my limits pressing and rubbing against me and giving me an incredibly mixture of pain and pleasure. 

"Oh fuck," I moaned as he began pushing back inside

"Yeah," he grunted, "Want it now, don't you?"

"Oh god yes," I admitted

He began thrusting. Hard. Whatever gentleness had been present in his initial entry disappeared as he began ramming his dick inside me. A steady pistoning into my dripping wet cunt with a fierce rhythm. Each thrust a jolt of pleasure through me as his big shaft scraped against my clit on entry and pressed hard on my g-spot once inside. 

I squealed as he banged into my, my hands gripping the sheets of his bed so tightly to mirror how my cunt was clenching around him. I could feel his thighs cracking against my ass with every thrust inside, the delightful sound of it and his bed's headboard bumping against the wall the beat of our fierce sex.

"Oh fuck me," I moaned, feeling all semblance of control slipping away from me "I love your big cock,"

He was silent, his hands tightly gripping my ass as he fucked me with a savage intensity. I was panting, moaning, screaming for more. Like I was his bitch in heat, just as he'd said. I couldn't deny what it was bringing out in me. Being fucked like that, so hard the room felt like it was shaking, it was making me feel alive in a way I'd never felt before. Not with anyone, not even my boyfriend. It was savage, animalistic. Two people who needed to fuck each other with as much intensity as they could muster. I thrust my ass back at him now, no longer simply content to be consenting but actively wanting more.

"Harder, fuck me, oh god, yes,"

"Like that, yeah," he said, "Dirty little bitch,"

I groaned. I was his dirty little bitch. Just for him. My parents, my boyfriend, they could go on thinking I was a nice girl. Straight A college student. But I knew that when I fucked Big T I was going to be his filthy little slut. There was something amazing about that. That there was this animal inside me that only he could bring out. 

His big cock kept jackhammering away, filling me, hurting me in a way that I instantly craved more of. 

"Fuck me, oh fuck me," I screamed, 

"Yeah," he said, "This pussy belongs to me now, ain't that right"

"Yes, oh fuck yes Daddy," I moaned, "Fuck it. You own my pussy,"

He did, harder, if it was possible. I was screaming now on every thrust, he was grunting and the bed was shaking. I could feel an orgasm starting to build, seemingly coming both from my clit and from deep inside me, it felt massive and I instantly craved its release. I was slamming my hips down at his thrusting cock with every ounce of strength I had now, lost in the chase for the orgasm I was going to have.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I screamed as it hit me. My cunt squeezing and spasming and clenching as I felt my whole body shake and spasm and pure exquisite bliss overtake me. I collapsed on the bed, my face being crushed into his pillow as the orgasm exploded throughout my sore and sweaty body. He kept pounding. No sooner had my orgasm hit me than I felt another one building. Bigger. 

"Don't stop, oh fuck, don't stop," I pleaded, "I'm going to cum again, oh fuck, please make me cum again."

He did. Another half dozen strokes and I was pushed over the edge again. I bit down hard on his pillow so as not to let loose with a scream that might wake the neighbours. This orgasm was amazing, I felt my juices gush out onto his cock as he kept pumping, churning them into nothingness with his fierce and intense strokes. I didn't even know what to do with the pleasure I was feeling. Tears were pouring down my face in bliss and my own hands were cupping and squeezing at my breasts, my fingers rolling my sensitive nipples as wave after wave of the orgasm pulsed through my body. 

"Oh fuck," I barely heard Big T moan through my own soul-shaking orgasm, "I'm going to cum,"

"Don't stop," I moaned, selfishly wanting another orgasm and cursing that even his unbelievable stamina had limits.

I felt his hand grab onto both of my pigtails like they were a handle and yank me back up onto my hands and knees, the shooting bit of pain from his hair like the slap on my ass, a sweet little jolt of pain that blended so deliriously with my pleasure and a sign of just how under his control I was. His fucking was ragged now, i knew he was near his own orgasm. I kept riding back on him, chasing the building orgasm in me that felt like it might make my whole body explode.

"I'm going to cum," he said again. I pictured it. Stream after stream of his cum filling me, flooding me. So big and strong and potent, leaving me pregnant for sure. I pictured it, having his children, and I just lost it.

"Oh fuck yes," I moaned, "Knock me up, oh fuck, knock up your little slut."

"You want it?" he groaned, "Want this big load of black cum?"

"So much, Daddy" I groaned, "Knock me up, get me pregnant, I love you so much,"

That must have done it for him as well because I felt his dick pulse and twitch inside me and spurt once again. Blast after blast of his thick, hot cum spurting into me. The first feeling of it pushed me over the edge, I collapsed again, a wordless shriek on my lips, my leg began shaking uncontrollably as my body just began spasming in an orgasm that left me unable to do anything other than let its effect crash over me, gushing on him again and tiny, satisfied whimpers escaping my mouth. His dick kept pumping as he came in me, a string of barely heard obscenities on his lips as he kept filling me with his cum. I fought the urge to black out, wanting to feel more and more of the amazing, world breaking climax before it left me for good. 

After filling me with what felt like a pint of cum, he collapsed as well, his massive body pressing against mine. I was still tingling, my toes still curled and my hands still gripping the sheets as I felt his hot body envelop mine, both of us panting for breath like we'd just run a marathon. We lay like that for what seemed like an hour before I felt his soft lips on the back of my neck, biting me softly before giving me a tender kiss. 

"I better go let the dog in," he said. I just nodded, still lost in the unreal bliss of his fucking. I moaned in disapproval as I felt his dick slide out of me and heard his footsteps as he walked out of the room towards the front door. I regained my composure at this point somewhat, my pussy still tingling and the aftershocks of my orgasm still rippling through me as I rolled onto my back and sat up against his headboard. I heard the footsteps of his dog running through the house as well as his barking and when I looked over to his door I saw the massive dog for only a brief second before it jumped up onto the bed and began licking my face, a sad whimper on its voice. I smiled and scratched behind his ears.

"Good boy Killer, good boy," I said contentedly, patting the dog vigorously and turning his whine into a happy bark "But don't worry, Daddy wasn't hurting Mommy. Daddy was just giving Mommy the kind of rough, dirty sex that she loves, yes he was. And you don't like being in the room when Daddy fucks me so hard, no you don't."

"Can I just say that, among the many fucked up things today, you talking sexually explicit baby talk to my dog is by far the weirdest?" 

I looked over to the door frame and there, with a bottle of water in his hand, was the same massive, muscular black man who'd just given me the fucking of my life. Still, there was no denying the change, Big T was gone. He was once again just Terrance, boyfriend extraordinaire. 

"Weirder than calling your dick a slab of chocolate with a cream filling?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Hey, I'm reaching for material here," he said, taking a swig of the water before passing it to me, "You're the one that wanted Thug Nigga from the Hood, I don't have that shit just ready to go."

I took a drink. Cool and clean, it was a nice touch after the sweat we'd just worked up. I relaxed back on the bed, still scratching Killer behind his ears.

"Fuck me, that was amazing," I said, still feeling all tingly, "I'm starting to think that fantasy night should be more than every other week."

"I don't know," Terrance said, sitting down on the bed beside me, "There's only so much of your weird racist-slash-daddy issue shit I want to handle."

"Hey," I said, "You took the same Human Sexuality course I did. I have weird, asshole racist parents and they turned beautiful black men into the ultimate in forbidden fruit that I, sort of, fetishize. I can't help that. Exploring that within the confines of a monogamous relationship with a good, giving and game partner is healthy."

"It's still kind of messed up," he said, scratching at his head, "You can have sex with a beautiful black man every night. I don't know why I have to start talking like I'm Ice Cube circa AmeriKKKA's Most Wanted to really get you off."

"Please, like you don't like the little innocent girl who's just so amazed by your huge black dick."

"Yeah, but that shit's still mainly true," he said with a cocky smile

"Hey," I said, feeling a little defensive, "Last time it was your turn, I had to pretend to be a Republican Campaign worker and call you Mr. President as I rode you on your couch during which, by the way, you played Madden. So let's not get into which of us has the more fucked up requests on Fantasy night, OK?"

"Fair enough," he said with a grin, shrugging his shoulders, "I wasn't too rough on you, was I?"

I groaned, still feeling the delicious soreness.




Red Riding 'Hood



"Did I say 'effervescent'?" I asked rhetorically, referring to our agreed upon safe word. Still, it was sweet and I smiled at him, "No, baby, you didn't hurt me. In fact, next time I may just take you up on that collar and leash offer"

"Man, you white girls are just straight-up freaks," he said, shaking his head a little and chuckling "Although I have to say, I was a little worried about you, you got here a little late."

"Yeah, well, I got lost. I didn't know Lincoln Heights turns into East Warwick or whatever at some point," I said, remembering my earlier confusion.

"It doesn't," Terrance said, "But some of the kids switch around the street signs every now and again to fuck with cops. I mean, it was part of the fantasy when I said it and all but I meant it, it is not a safe neighbourhood."

"Yeah, you really need to move onto campus." I said, bringing up an often discussed issue between us.

"Let's not have that fight again," he said, looking over at his clock as a means to change the subject, "You still want to go to Kelly's party?"

"Well, let's see, you both ripped and came on my costume so...I'm going to have to go with no, I don't want to go to my friend's Halloween party" I said fairly spitefully. The idea had been that we would go out to the party afterwards. Calling him an asshole when he'd ripped my dress had been fairly honest of me. 

"You have a black dress here," he said, "Or you have that weird Harry Potter costume from last year, so you could be a witch if you want and I still have my costume from today so I can still go as a retrograde offensive stereotype."

"Oh shut up," I said, "And it's not Harry Potter, it's a sexy Hogwarts student costume."

"Yeah, no, that's much better." he said sarcastically

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his shoulder.

"You know, other college students fantasized about Hermione growing up, you should consider yourself lucky." I said, kissing the Semper Fi tattoo on his bicep.

"Yeah, well, other college students didn't finance their education with four years in Afghanistan and Iraq and so they get off on stupid shit." he scoffed

There was a brief moment of silence between us as we relaxed, both clearly still enjoying the sweet soft moments after the filthy things we'd done to each other.

"Ash," I heard him say, a note of worry in his voice, "You're not really off the pill, right?"

I giggled.

"No babe," I said, kissing his cheek, "As much as I get off on the idea of having your beautiful, caramel coloured babies some day I have my undergrad and masters to get through so that day is far, far in the future."

"Good, because you know," he said, "I've had a lot of responsibility in my life to date and, you know..."

"I know, baby," I said, kissing him again, "A few years of fucking each others brains out before anything resembling that real commitment."

He tilted his head and looked at me, those big beautiful brown eyes looking at me and making me feel so loved. I couldn't help it, I was deeply in love with the man and just his look made me a little weak. Because of that I couldn't help but smile like a moron as I thought about something that had happened.

"What?" I heard him ask,

"Nothing, just..." I smiled at the memory, "You cum when I say 'I love you."

"No, I cum after fucking you for a good thirty-five minutes and I can't hold out any longer," he said, "I don't know what they're teaching you at that yoga class but I swear to god, you feel tighter now than you did the first time I fucked you."

"Baloney," I said emphatically, "You came when I said I loved you which means you looooove me,"

He rolled his eyes at my teasing before kissing the top of my head. 

"I must," he nodded, "Why else would I agree to do this shit for you?"

I kissed him again, "Well, there is your turn at fantasy night next time,"

"Hmm, yeah, true," he said, "But that does bring me back to Kelly's party."

"Oh?" I asked, thinking he might be referring to the costumes that the other girls might be wearing and maybe him looking for ideas.

"Yeah, and, you know for my next fantasy night...well you're a bit of a freak and we know Kelly's a bit of a freak so I was thinking maybe...you know you could see if maybe she'd be up for..."

"Sweetie?" I said, cutting him off, looking sweetly into his eyes and speaking softly "I loved tonight and I love you so, so much. I did and do, really, and I'm willing to do anything you want me to do next time."

I could see his eyes sparkle at my words

"Right so you and Kelly..." he began before I interrupted him again.

"But if you ever even mention sleeping with me and my best friend again? I will straight fuck you up."

And with that, I tenderly kissed my boyfriend on the cheek and dreamily lay back down onto his bed, gazing up appreciatively at him, secure in the knowledge that he'd know I wasn't fucking around.

The End



Red Riding Hood



Red walked through the forest carrying her small basket of goodies for her grandmother. The forest was dark and foggy, the cold mist drifted between the trees and wafted across the path, making it hard to see too far in any direction. Red was a little nervous because even though she had walked this path many times, there were stories of beasts living in the woods, and although she had never seen one of them herself, the stories were still frightening to a girl who was barely 20 years old.

She hummed softly to herself as she walked, and adjusted her red hood to cover her honey blonde curls. Adjusting the bodice of her dress, she paused, tilting her head to one side as she heard a sound in the woods just off the path. She stopped completely, pulling her cloak tightly around herself and peered into the forest, trying to make out what it was that seemed to be making sounds as it came closer and closer. Suddenly a creature stepped out onto the path in front of her. It stood on two legs like a man, but had thick fur and yellow eyes, like a wolf. It eyed her up and down and then spoke in a deep voice.

"Where do you think you're heading little girl?" It looked her up and down again, tongue licking slowly along its lips. He growled softly and watched her, making Red more than a little frightened. She whispered, "I'm going to my grandmother's house to take her some bread and jam. Will you please let me pass?"

The wolf looked her up and down again and sniffed at the basket in her hands. "I don't eat bread and jam," he growled. "I don't think you have anything that will keep me from eating you little girl." But he stood still, seeming reluctant to eat her, looking her up and down constantly, and Red started to get an idea.

"Even if you don't like bread, I bet you can see something you like," she said softly, smiling up at the wolf through her eyelashes. She let go of the cloak she was holding around herself and let it hang behind her, giving the wolf a good view of the low dress she wore underneath, the tops of her breasts exposed. The wolf licked his lips faster, panting slightly as he stared at her breasts. She walked towards him, licking her own lips and staring between his legs as his penis suddenly started to stiffen and rise.

She pulled the sleeves of her dress down her arms a little, letting the front of her dress fall slightly, exposing more of her breasts. "Do you like what you see wolf? Maybe there is something I can do for you to get you to let me pass." And she reached out her hand, rubbing up the inside of his thigh and brushing along his hardening penis. She pushed the hood off her head and let the cloak fall to the ground behind her and slowly knelt, wrapping her hand all the way around his shaft and rubbing softly up and down. The wolf growled softly and tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her head forward until her lips rested on the tip of his penis.

"Suck my dick," he commanded, his hand holding her head firmly in place. She slowly extended her tongue, licking the head of his penis and then opened her mouth and sucked it in. With her hand now gently massaging his balls, she bobbed her head up and down on his penis, sucking hard on the tip each time it reached her lips. The wolf threw back his head and grabbed her hair with both hands, forcing her head further forward, until she had his whole dick in her mouth. Red reached down with her free hand and slowly began to rub her own pussy, the thoughts of what she was doing in the forest with the wolf suddenly making her very wet and horny.

The wolf pushed his hard cock in and out of her mouth a few times and then reached down, grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. Grabbing a sleeve of her dress in each hand he stripped her sleeves off her arms and pushed the top of her dress down to her waist. Her breasts popped free, the cold air making her nipples hard. The wolf lowered his head and sucked hard, first on one nipple and then the other, as his hands pushed her dress down past her waist and around her knees. Red now had two fingers deep inside her pussy, rubbing furiously as she panted and moaned. The wolf finished pushing her dress down to her ankles and then suddenly he twisted red around and pushed her forward, onto her knees. 

She looked over her shoulder in surprise and then gasped as the wolf suddenly thrust his rock hard dick into her pussy. She fell forward, catching herself before she hit the ground and knelt like that, her hands and face resting on the cool dirt of the path with her butt and pussy high in the air as the wolf thrust his penis as deeply into her as he could. Her pussy suddenly tightened and she moaned softly as she felt her orgasm building. The wolf tangled one hand in her hair and pulled hard suddenly, as he once again pushed himself all the way inside her. She reached one hand back between her legs and grabbed his balls as he held himself deep inside her, pulling her hair with the one hand and smacking her hard on the butt with the other. She moaned louder, and whispered "Oh wolf, I'm going to cum, keep going!"

He spanked her once more and then reached around with that hand and cupped her breast, rubbing the nippled between his finger and thumb as he began to thrust in and out. Red quickly found his rhythm and pushed herself back with her knees into each thrust, making the wolf go so deep inside her she could feel his balls rubbing her pussy lips with each thrust. With her free hand she began to rub her clit hard and suddenly her steady moans turned into a scream as she came hard. Her head spun and panted, furiously trying to catch her breath as her orgasm subsided and the wolf continued to thrust in and out. She rubbed harder on her clit with her fingers and suddenly the wolf pulled hard on her hair, forcing her head back. Red gasped as her pussy suddenly clenched and then screamed as a new orgasm hit. The wolf howled in time with her scream and she suddenly felt his penis clench inside her. A new warmth spread as the wolf suddenly released, his cum spurting into her pussy and filling her up. The wolf growled one last time, released her hair and slid his penis out of her pussy as Red collapsed on the dirt. The wolf rolled her over and stood above her, watching her breasts heave as she fought to catch her breath. His cum still dripped from his penis and suddenly one last spurt shot out, landing on her nippled and slowly sliding in between her sweaty boobs. He smiled down at her, rubbed her soaking wet pussy with his big toe hard enough to make her gasp again, and then he growled, "You are free to go to your grandmother's house today. Just remember what will happen to you if I catch you in these woods alone again." And he turned and disappeared into the forest.

Red slowly caught her breath and stood, catching the wolf's cum between her breasts with one hand and rubbing it slowly into her flesh. She slowly slipped her dress back on, covered herself with her cloak and picked up her basket. As she began to walk to grandmother's house, she smiled to herself as she thought about what excuse she could find to return to the forest the next day. 



Red Riding Hood



Red scampered through the forest as carefree as ever. She'd loved these leisurely walks to her grandmothers house once upon a time, mostly when she was younger. Today was no exception. Even though she was now 18, she liked to still wear the clothes that reminded her of her grandmother's tastes. Today was a flowered sundress that crept up above her knees from being for her smaller younger frame, grey knee socks, and of course her red hood and cape. Her shoes were her usual mary janes and were always a bit uncomfortable on these long walks. 

Red stopped in a clearing to take a break and take in the afternoon air. The clearing was surrounded by thick trees and a large patch of green grass. There was a rock in the center that had its own beam of sunlight shining on it, like it was the center of a stage production. Red loved coming to little spots like this and just sitting, soaking up the sun and taking in the smells. She always wished she could just live in the forest forever. She hated chores and having boys leer at her and her parents talk about marrying her off to a nearby farmer's son. She just wanted to spend the rest of her days walking through the forest's trails and exploring its rich treasures.

All of a sudden, Red was startled by a noise in the brush. She looked around, snapping to attention trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. She worried that the low, growling sound could only mean one thing and she was still looking every which way when the large wolf kept up and pounced on her, knocking her off the rock and against the ground. She could feel the wild animal pushing on her chest with its paws as she lay dazed trying to focus.

The short fall knocked the wind out of her and the impact had made her dizzy. She looked up at the wolf, bearing down on her with its teeth out and its eyes blood red. Red was petrified, frozen in fear. She knew any sudden move would just provoke the wolf and it'd maul her right there. She breathed slowly and quietly so as not to startle the wolf and provoke it. Of course, that strategy didn't allow for outside interference. 

The Woodsman came out of nowhere, taking advantage of the element of surprise to swing his ax in the direction of the wolf. The wolf's senses being what they were allowed it to dodge the first swing and it rolled off of Red quickly. She took the opportunity presented and tried to scurry away as quick as can be, but the wolf wouldn't have it. It lunged at her, side-stepping the Woodsman's massive frame and leapt at her arm, digging its teeth into her skin. The bite wasn't deep but it startled Red. She screamed and the Woodsman made another swing, this time connecting with the wolf's body. It let go of Red and fell to the ground with the force from the Woodsman's ax.

Red clutched her wounded arm close to her chest and wrapped it in her cloak. She could feel tears running down her face and her breathing was fast and labored. She tried to calm herself while looking at the scene: the Woodsman pulling his ax from the wolf's lifeless body. Red let out a sigh of relief and tried to collect herself. 

The Woodsman dropped his ax next to the rock and picked up the wolf's corpse. He walked it away as a gentlemanly sign to let Red rest and to give the wolf a proper burial out in the forest. He nodded towards Red as if to say he'd be back in a bit. It would be the last time he'd see Red in her current form.

The sun had begun to set behind the trees. Red had lost track of time with the altercation and her terrorized afternoon. She looked at the sky and how gorgeous it was at sunset. 

Out of nowhere, her heart started to race faster. She took a deep breath and suddenly could smell hundreds of new smells that she wasn't aware of before. The smell of pine and fir trees, the smell of the wolf's blood on the grass, tree sap and damp dirt around the clearing. She could even smell the Woodsman and his pungent odors from working outside all day. That smell in particular made her become aroused. She took another breath and looked around, knowing he wasn't near enough to see her but yet she could feel him somewhere thanks to her new ability to smell him. She stood up and looked at her arm. The dried blood was still there but the wound wasn't bleeding anymore. She could smell her own blood on her cloak and the wolf's blood on the grass. She walked over to the rock in the clearing which was now directly under the rising moon. She looked up and at the sky and closed her eyes taking another deep inhalation of everything around her. Then she started to change...

First she felt her shoes become too tight. She kicked them off and let her feet feel free inside her knee socks. She was also feeling her toenails encumbered. She put her foot up on the rock and noticed her nails piercing the material. She tore at it with her fingernails and exposed her feet. It just seemed easier than taking the knee socks off for some reason. She did it with the matching foot and looked at her toenails, now pointed and thick like claws. The fabric had torn so easy that it made her look at her hands and saw the same change in her fingernails. Not so drastic as to be inhuman but still... 

She stretched with the new sensations coursing through her. She could feel her dress becoming tighter around her waist and chest. It was already smaller than her frame but now... it was encumbered even more by her loose breasts pushing against the fabric. They'd seemed to grow just a little and her nipples were erect rubbing against the material. The sensations were too much for Red and she was being driven mad by the feelings. Without thinking, she gripped the hem near her cleavage and tore down, exposing her now womanly mounds, running her fingers over them and getting used to their larger size. Each touch made her gasp and then inhale again. Lastly, she could feel her tongue along her teeth. Her canines were sharper than she remembered. She could also taste the air when she opened her mouth as she gasped from pinching her nipples. She deduced this was due to her being able to smell in a new superior way. 

Her dress had now risen up just below her crotch, enough to almost feel like a man's shirt on her. The cold night air would have breezed past her slightly exposed rear had it not been for her red cloak. Red walked around the rock in a circle, feeling the grass between her exposed toes, for some reason deciding to walk on the balls of her feet... and then that feeling not right either... and walking on all fours, her knees barely gracing the ground. 

Red suddenly could smell the Woodsman's pungent odor even more strongly than before. She circled the rock, getting used to moving in this new more comfortable fashion. Her last lap around revealed him standing there, dumbfounded with what he saw. She licked her lips slowly and moved towards him. Against her natural comfort, she walked on her feet again, standing and striding towards this perfect specimen of manhood. She smiled as she approached him, just as the wolf must have before he'd pounced on her earlier. Red sniffed his musky scent near his neck and then slowly licked him from his collar bone to his ear. He tasted amazing to her new tastebuds. The Woodsman shuddered and she took her hand to his thigh and felt his bulging erection in his trousers. The young girl had never felt something nearly that big in her hands when fumbling with the young farm boys. She wondered what it would taste like with her new senses...

With a quick movement, she tore his shirt open and moved her nails gently over his chest, making sure not to scratch him. He shuddered again at her touch. Red slowly made her way down to his waist and then pulled at his pants, making a small moan as if to signal him to take them off for her. He stepped backward an inch or so and undid his trousers, sliding them down. Now the Woodsman stood naked under the moonlight, half terrified of this girl that used to be a sweet young lass and yet aroused by the behavior she was now displaying. 

Red resumed her position of all fours and brought her face to the Woodsman's crotch. She could smell his fluid dripping out of his cock and wanted to taste it ever so badly. She ran her tongue up his shaft and then gently brought his whole member into her mouth. The tastes and sensations against her tongue were incredible and she could feel herself dripping down her own legs, her own musky scent filling her nostrils. She growled in her throat while still sucking off the Woodsman.

After a few minutes of fellating him, Red decided she wanted what any bitch in heat wanted: to be mounted by a strong alpha male. She slowly pulled her lips from the Woodsman's cock and looked up in his eyes, keeping eye contact as she leaned back on her knees. Her breasts were already exposed from her torn dress, but that didn't feel like it was enough. She had to show him she was ready and she was horny. She had to show him how much in heat she was and how much she needed him inside her. She ran her fingers down her neck and over her cloak and then down to her exposed chest. She found the torn top of her dress and pulled quickly and forcefully, tearing it further. She growled with each tear and snarled while making eye contact the whole time. The remnants of her pretty little dress were now tatters of flowered fabric in her strong, clawed hands. She arched her back, heaving her naked chest and new large breasts in the Woodsman's direction, still locked with his eyes. He nodded as if to signal he understood.

Red leaned forward as the Woodsman backed away and circled her. She crawled to where he'd been standing before, looking on as he worked his way around her from behind. Red leaned forward and pulled up her cloak slowly, exposing her rear and her dripping pussy. It was throbbing between her legs and the smell was overpowering. The Woodsman seemed to sense it too.

He brought himself behind her and then entered her. The feeling was too much for Red to handle, she howled and gripped the dirt, pushing into him and getting her knee socks dug into the ground as well. She bucked against his body and would have done this forever if he hadn't gripped her hips to stabilize himself. Their rutting went on for over an hour. She was never satisfied for long and he did his best to keep up with her burning need. Finally, he could feel her clench around his member and then she let out the most beastly howl he'd ever heard a person make. One last push into him and she slowly pulled herself out. He watched as she walked away from him a few feet, still on all fours. The sight of her, a young woman acting like a wild animal, still wearing her red cloak and hood was something to behold. 

Red stood and looked down at herself. Her knee socks were covered in dirt and so were her feet and hands. Her body felt strong and powerful. Her legs felt tighter and her breasts heaved with each breath she took. She looked up at the moon again and then turned to face the Woodsman. She walked up and licked his neck in the same way she had earlier and then kissed him on the lips. 

Red then turned and ran into the forest. She knew the Woodsman would be back. There was no way he'd forget this night and no way he'd want anything more than to repeat it as soon as possible. Red finally had her wish, though: to live in the forest forever, enjoying everything it had to offer. First up... she felt like rabbit meat...



Red Riding Hood Ch. 01



Daisy West wasn't afraid of anything. She lived in a peaceful little village called Manchester. Well, it was peaceful until a year ago. A year ago, the killings had started. Many people suspected the strange creature up in the caves behind Rocky Falls. Manchester was deep in a huge forest that many sections. The section that little Manchester was in was called DeWulf. Daisy absolutely did not believe in the wolf. But her sister, Riley, did. There was a man in Manchester called Connor that had four deep huge scratches across his face and boy, did he have a story to tell. A werewolf had attacked him, he claimed, and he was the lucky one that survived. Daisy couldn't believe his nonsense. Daisy was pretty much a loner, her used to be "friends" had become irritating fearful little prissies. Daisy, Martha and Quen had been friends since they were newborns but after they became scared of the "Big Bad Wolf" Daisy had disowned them. 

"Morning Daisy," A friend of Daisy's that had a straight head about the "Wolf" that Daisy had not disowned, Kim, fell into step with her. Kim was a remarkable gentleman with good manners and was sometimes irritating with his politeness. He had light brown hair and charming light green eyes with a hint of blue. He was a good friend and would stand up for Daisy when she was accused of something she did not do. 

"Hallo Kim," Daisy replied. 

"It's cool out this morning," Kim said nonchalant.

"Yea. Late autumn is near," Daisy smiled at him.

"Wanna go collect pebbles?" Kim smiled back.

"Sure! If I find a really cool one I'll go give it to Papa," Daisy started toward the river. Kim fell in stride beside her. The river was low and still. A slight breeze ruffled the cats tails and the reeds. Daisy almost felt something was watching her. Kim kneeled down by the river and put a hand in, scooping and bringing out pebbles. He went through them until he found a shiny silver one. He gave it to Daisy. She turned it over in her fingers. It was shaped almost like a bullet but a mangled bullet.

"Hmm. Odd," Daisy murmured.

"What is odd?" Kim asked, leaning over to examine the strange silver object. 

"It's almost... bullet shaped..." Daisy said thoughtfully. 

The wind got even stronger and Daisy shivered. She still felt eyes on her from across the river, they had not left. She looked over, into the trees. Nothing was there. Kim got even closer to the river, looking down.

"See something?" Daisy asked. Kim pointed. Daisy scooched over and looked down. Slitted amber eyes were staring back at them. Daisy whipped around. A huge black wolf with menacing amber eyes was glaring down at them. Daisy felt her heart stop. Kim was paler than the white picket fence surrounding the Church. With a rumbling growl in it's chest, it stepped even closer...

Gasping Daisy shot up, grasping the sheet in a tight fist. The wolf wasn't real...! She panted until her heart slowed down and she carefully crawled out of bed, trying not to wake her sister. On quiet feet she padded to the kitchen area and took the ladle, dipping it into the water pail and taking a drink. A wolf the size of a draft horse? Nonsense! Daisy started when a gun went off outside. She walked over to the window. 

"The wolf! The wolf! It's killed again!" She heard men shouting through the door. Heavy footsteps sounded behind Daisy. She looked behind her. Her father was putting on his coat and reaching for the lantern.

"Watch over your sister," Dayton told Daisy as he reached above the door for his gun, nestled in the gun rack.

"Yes Pa," Daisy replied.

Daisy's mother, Sarah had died during childbirth. Daisy and Riley had lost a little brother. Ma and Pa were going to name him Dag. Daisy, being the oldest, still remembered her Ma. She had usually smelled like wildflowers and loved to dance. She laughed and smiled a lot. Daisy was eighteen and a half, Riley was fifteen. It was high time Daisy got a man but she hadn't found one she loved. Most of the boys in Manchester were already married and the ones left were pups. They were still growing into their paws. The oldest, Kim, was nineteen but he and Daisy wanted to stay friends. If they got married it would feel very weird. Daisy sighed and her breath fogged the window glass. She was afraid of who her Pa wanted her to marry because he was rich. Lord Ambrose.



Red Riding Hood Grows Up



Red Riding Hood wasn't very little anymore. She had grown into a voluptuous woman thanks to years of sneaking treats from Grandmother. She was also very tall with long legs. Long mahogany hair flowed down to the small of her back. She was quick with a smile and it always seemed to radiate up to her chocolate colored eyes. She was well loved by all her neighbor's in the small glade not far from the village. Her mother had passed a few years back and she had gone to live with the beloved grandmother in the tiny cottage that was now her home. 

On this day Red was dressed in a tight red dress with matching heels, not very practical for traversing the trails of the forest, but she didn't feel very practical if the truth were known. It fit her nicely and she loved the color and feel of it. She had no inkling of the looks the local men gave her as she passed. She was lost in thought. Her grandmother was going to live with her sister nearer to the village and she had to decide if she would go as well or stay in the small cottage by herself. As she walked, she found herself remembering the wolf and what had happened that day. This lead to thoughts of the woodsman and of his son. The families had become very close and she had spent many an hour in the company of the boy. But he wasn't a boy anymore. He had grown into a strapping man with broad shoulders and hands calloused from hard work. He had dark ebony hair and golden eyes like those of a tiger on the prowl.

Lately Red had started to see a look in his eyes that reminded her of the look she had seen in the wolf's eyes. As if he was starving and she were dinner. But Red was not afraid of him; rather she was fascinated and a little thrilled. Her heart beat faster when she saw him, and her body quivered with an unknown need.

Red came to her favorite spot in the woods and stopped to rest and take in the beauty of the forest around her. Suddenly as if her thoughts had materialized, she heard the deep voice of the woodcutter's son behind her.

"Hey Red, aren't you wandering a little bit far away from home without an escort?"

Red's heart was racing. She wasn't sure if it was from the suddenness of his appearance or the nearness of him. He sat with his back against a tree, eating his lunch. He wore a faded red plaid shirt and dark pants. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal tanned muscular arms with golden hair gleaming in the sunlight. She couldn't speak, only smile shyly.

He patted the ground next to him, "Come, and sit with me while I finish my lunch."

Red sat down next to him and smiled. He smiled back at her and she felt a tingle deep inside of her. She could smell his scent, a strong masculine combination of hard work and manhood, and it made her insides run fluid.

But her shyness fled at his easy words, and as he finished his lunch they talked about the village and their families. She told him about her grandmother and the decision she had to make. Despite this newfound awareness of him, she felt comfortable with him, he was her closest childhood friend after all. Finally he tossed his lunch pail aside and slid closer to her and once again she was aware of a hunger that had nothing to do with food. Her heart started to pound again and her mouth was suddenly dry. Her tongue slid out to wet her lips. 

Seeing this he smiled and brought his hand up to cup her face, allowing his thumb to follow the path of her tongue. "So beautiful", he whispered, his voice deeper than it usually was. Then he was lifting her into his lap. She laid her hand against his chest, and to her surprise felt his heartbeat as strong as quick as her own. Then he leaned in to kiss her, first softly, running his tongue around the path that his thumb had already taken. When she gasped, he took advantage of this and slipped his tongue inside, exploring her mouth hungrily. He tasted of the sweet roll he had eaten and the sensation was pure magic.

Of their own accord, her arms slid around his neck, her hands into his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. A tingle ran down her spine and she felt a wetness grow between her legs, and her clitoris started to throb. She squirmed in his lap.

Suddenly, she felt his hands slip inside the top of her dress, cupping her breast, his thumb rolling over her pink nipples. When she moaned, he slipped the straps of her dress down until her breasts fell free before him. He replaced his hands with his mouth, suckling hungrily, causing her to once again moan in response. While his mouth explored her breasts, his hand slid onto her bare thigh. The roughness of his hands against her smooth skin sent waves of pleasure through her. She involuntarily opened her legs to his probing fingers. When he reached her pussy, he slipped a finger inside. 

Against her lips he groaned his pleasure at the wetness he found. Her clitoris throbbed even stronger in response, and she arched against his fingers. He broke the kiss suddenly and looked at her questioningly. 

"Red", he growled, "if you want me to stop this you better tell me now."

She looked around, and, for a brief second, the thought of someone coming up the path and discovering them frightened her. But as she looked back into his eyes, she knew that she couldn't stop for the entire world. 

In answer, she boldly took his face in her hands and started to kiss him again. Her hands fell down to the buttons on his shirt and she found herself undoing them. Then she slipped one hand inside. 

His chest was smooth, hard, not the chiseled bodies of the gym, but from years of hard work. Her fingers made tiny circles on his chest, then found his nipple. Tentatively, she began to play with it, teasing it, eliciting a rumbling moan from deep inside him.

His fingers, in the meantime, were inside her again; his thumb teasing her clitoris; his index finger slipping in and out of her in slow easy strokes. Then he increased the pace, faster and deeper until she felt as if her insides were on fire. Suddenly a spasm well up from deep inside her and exploded all over her. 

She cried out against his mouth and he growled in response.

Turning her to face him, he placed her legs until she was straddling him. Against her pussy she could now feel, his hardness, pressing, as if fighting to come forth. She looked innocently into his eyes, questioning her next move, begging him silently to guide her. Lifting her off him, he stood and let his pants fall. There before her was the most beautiful cock she could imagine, thick, hard, strong. He sat down again and brought her to straddle him once more, just slightly above him. Pushing her panties aside, he then eased her down onto his cock, slowly, mindful of her virginity. He stopped and waited when she gasped at the pain, but it was momentary and she took the initiative and lower herself onto him until he was full inside her.

She had never felt such pleasure, and she started to move instinctively, slowly at first, purring at each stroke, then faster as she started to feel the spasms well up inside her again. She could feel her pussy clinching around him, as if to take him deeper inside, and she felt his balls tighten in response. Then she was hurdling into space, her body shook all over and she felt herself release in a gush around him. In a second, she felt him shoot his seed deep inside her, hot, like lava, shooting into her, then seeping down her thighs, sticky, wet but oh so glorious.

They remained like that for long moments, their breathing hard and fast. Then when they had returned to earth, he set her beside him and put his arms around her, kissing her hair, straightening her dress and then his own clothes.

Suddenly she felt shy and hid her face behind her long hair, not daring to look at him, fearing her wantonness. She knew without a doubt that she loved this man, her best friend and now her lover.

"Red, don't hide from me," she heard him whisper. He took his hand and pushed her hair aside, "look at me. I love you Red, I have for a very long time. Don't leave and go to the village. Stay here with me and make a life with me."

She could only smile in response, and he stood and held out his hand. She placed her own inside; he pulled her up and held her against him for a long time. Then, they started towards the cottage, joyously.

The End...for now.